Quotes About Emotion

I heard her voice first. She responded to something Joanna Masci said to her. That note in her voice turned the key, unlocking something deep inside of me. I felt it like a terrible wrenching inside. Everything in me reached for her. For that note she left hanging in the air. I heard the music in me answer.

It happened. It was frightening and horrible and we both wish it hadn't happened, but it did.

Men are not so difficult. They are logical and methodical.' She laughed softly. 'You wish it were so. I must tell you, although I am taking a huge chance that you might become impossible to live with, that you are an extraordinary lover.' 'Keep talking, lifemate. I am listening,' he responded with a deep satisfaction. 'Magnificent was only a starting place. Extraordinary lover is the perfect description. I see that now.

He studied her expression, the look in her eyes. His heart contracted. He didn't know what love looked like. He knew she was capable of great self-sacrifice and loyalty, and maybe that was what love was.

Excitement had her blood rushing through her veins and her heart beating wildly. That was it. All of it. He made her feel alive. Every second she was with him, no matter the emotion. She felt intensely alive.

She could communicate love with just one caress of her fingers. This touch was natural to her and had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with love.

There was something about those cold, cold eyes that set off sparks in her. Not just sparks. A timber fire. He found something deep inside her that had never been touched before and it ignited just for him.

He was beginning to fall for her hard. It had nothing to do with her looks, and everything to do with her intellect and brightness.

Kissing is so amazing," she admitted, settling into his arms again. "I think I could get addicted to it quite easily." "I am already addicted to kissing you," he said, his tone low. "So let's clarify, just in case we run into one of those not so nice things about my character. Kissing me is amazing. It would be very deadly for anyone else.

Fen couldn't help himself. "I'm going to kiss you again. If you need a reason this time, it won't sound reasonable, but I can't help myself.

She had captured his heart and he didn't ever want it back.

Wariness crept into her eyes, into her expression. Her tongue touched her bottom lip, that full bottom lip he wanted to bite. He dreamt of biting it. Now it was going to happen

I'm letting myself fall for you. All the way. I want that. You're definitely the kind of man I want.

I told you I loved you because I do. Absolutely I do. Every minute I spend in your company, I find I love you more." A slow smile curved his mouth and he lay back against the pillows. "I knew you'd fall for me, woman. It's the way I wash dishes, isn't it?" "Yes, I can't lie about that.

She lifted her head. He knows I love you. She touched his face, her fingers trembling. He knows, Jackson. He can't get in when I'm filled with you and it's making him angrier. He's never denied himself anything and he believes he owns me. Well he's wrong, Elle. No one owns you.

Fear wasn't the problem, she could deal with nerves, it was the excitement welling up in her that frightened her most. The unfamiliar emotion was too strong. Too needy. Too everything she was unprepared to deal with.

He had thought to hold a part of himself back until she made up her mind. Getting his heart broken wasn't on his list of things he wanted to experience. But the effect of her welcoming smile told him it was too late. He'd already fallen.

She looked down onto his face. So gorgeous. It wasn't just his beautiful, very masculine features, it was the way he was inside. I'm in love with you. There isn't anything that you can tell me that is going to change that.

never want you to think for one moment that I don't love you. That I'm with you for my leopard, Ashe. I'm with you for me.

I love how you always want me, Abbey. Do you have any idea what a gift that is to a man?" Her fingers caressed the hair on his neck. "Do you have any idea what a gift it is to have a man look at me the way you do?

I wonder how you'll scream when I tear out your heart and show it to you," Emma said, very calmly, her voice low, meaning every word.

Marry me, be my wife. Be my partner. Take the risk with me. I need you in a way I've never needed anything or anyone. He was giving himself up to her. He'd never felt more vulnerable. Never felt more terrified. Every fucking word I said to you is the truth.

Think of me. Let me tell you who I am, what I am. What I need and want. I want to know everything about you and your family. Talk to me.

Poetry in motion, she murmured under her breath. She'd heard that expression, but now she knew what it meant, how the words could come alive with a man moving.