Quotes About Emotion

I want to kiss you one more time before I die.

He was still stroking the inside of her wrist, his touch doing odd delicious things to her skin and nerves.

He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless.

You couldnt erase everything that caused you pain with recollection.Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones

Those who cannot love do not understand it

Break my heart, he said. "Break it in pieces. I give you my permission.

It was odd, (Tessa thought), what brought out tenderness in people.

And then she said nothing else, for Henry put his arms around her and kissed her. Kissed her in such a way that she no longer felt plain, or conscious of her hair or the ink spot on her dress or anything but Henry, whom she had always loved. Tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks, and when he drew away, he touched her wet face wonderingly. "Really," he said. "You love me, too, Lottie?

When I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mind's eye always with a book in your hand.

Why did he kiss you?" she said.

I suppose you've always been amazing at this stuff?" "I was born amazing" Jace stroked her cheek with the tips of his fingertips, lightly but enough to make her shiver.

Jem spoke with enormous care; talking to Will about anything personal was like trying not to startle away a wild animal.

Better to love and fear than feel nothing

I did it because I love you!" he half-shouted, and then, as if registering the shocked look her face, he said in a more subdued voice, "I love you, Tessa, and I have loved you, almost since the moment I met you.

She looked up from closing it to find Jace watching her through hooded eyes. "And one last thing," he said. He reached over and pulled the sparking pins out of her hair, so that it fell in warm heavy curls down her neck. The sensation of hair tickling her bare skin was unfamiliar and oddly pleasant. "Much better," he said, and she thought this time that maybe his voice was uneven too.

Somehow he managed to look cool despite the heat. It made Clary want to smack him.

Like all Herondales, his ability to love without measure, without end, was both his great gift and his great curse.

My will and my desire were turned by love, the love that moves the sun and the other stars.

But you love her." Will stared at him. "Of course I do," he said finally. "I had come to think I would never love anyone, but I love her.

There was no Jace Wayland more real than the one he saw in her eyes when she looked at him.

James had given his heart to this girl, Magnus thought, and Magnus knew well enough from Edmund and Will what it meant when a Herondale gave his heart away. It was not a gift that could be returned.

Blood isn't love

You love each other – anyone can see that, looking at you – that kind of love that can burn down the world or raise it up in glory.

Julian spoke through his teeth. "Malcolm, this is not a love story." "Every story is a love story.