Quotes About Emotion

My heart is filled with great love for you," he whispered.

A baby ... Annie hugged her waist, so happy that it was difficult to contain herself. Someone of her very own to love. It was the nicest thing that had ever happened to her, barring none.

In one liquid movement he rose on an elbow above her, his broad chest a canopy of bronze, his shoulders eclipsing the light so only her face was illuminated. "You have stolen my heart.

You have stolen my heart.

Do you bleed from within?" Her face flamed, and she bit her lip. Hunter would have traded every horse he owned at that moment to have a woman there.

You would prefer that she live for always away from you?" Hunter's gut contracted. In that instant he realized how much he wanted the woman beside him. "I would prefer that my eyes never again fall upon her than to see her die.

I like your face, Blue Eyes. It is carved upon my heart.

This Comanche cannot change his face." "And I can't change mine." He traced the hollow of her cheek, his mouth tipping into a sad smile. "I like your face, Blue Eyes. It is carved upon my heart.

If her face was carved on his heart, his was carved on her soul.

You do not like me too good. This is a sad thing, eh?" With a sweep of his hand, he indicated the world around them. "The sky is up, the earth is down. The sun shows its face, only to be chased away by Mother Moon. These things are for always, eh? Just as you are my woman. The song was sung long ago, and the song must come to pass. You must accept, Blue Eyes.

If we meet in battle, I will know the song your heart sings, eh? And you will know mine.

Ob-be mah-e-vah. " "What?" "Make room for me." He lifted the robe and joined her on the pallet. "Wha--you're not going to sleep with me?" " Nei che-ida-ha , I am very terribly cold." Loretta suspected he was lying, but she moved over, secretly glad to have him there, her mind shying away from the enormity of what that meant.

I wish to be your friend." He leaned back to see her face. "Can I not be both? You have stolen my heart from me, Blue Eyes.

Hunter stretched out beside her, head propped on one hand, his eyes never leaving her. She was acutely conscious of his gaze, and when it started to unnerve her, she finally turned to look at him. Banked embers of passion glowed in his eyes.

Loretta turned her face against his chest, inhaling the scent of his skin, loving the blend of leather and smoke and oil that she had once found so abhorrent. Hunter. When had he become so important to her?

Mostly I'd like to feel a little less, know a little more.

Which was it? Which will it be? Solitude, misery, love?

Maybe the only reason I like him is because I had a crush on him for so long it became a part of me.

Fling is feeling without the two e's.

Why was it that whenever I started to not detest him, he did something like this?

On tombait amoureux d'un corps et d'un visage, oui, mais d'un corps qui bougeait, qui avait une grâce et une allure, et d'un visage qui vous regardait, qui vous souriait : on tombait amoureux d'une énergie ou d'un esprit qui irradiait par ces gestes, ces yeux ou ce sourire.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

Cinema is still a very young art form with extraordinary techniques and very impressive special effects but sometimes it seems the soul has been taken out of things.

Shadow turned. Her eyes were wet; she smiled at him wanley. "I'll be she loved you.