Quotes About Emotion

Though you may hear me holler, And you may see me cry-- I'll be dogged, sweet baby, If you gonna see me die.

Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.

I want to kiss you again, Tess." "Why?" He chuckled, low under his breath. "Why? Because you're beautiful, and because I want you. And I think you want me too.

You are pure flame. I touch you and I ignite. I kiss you and I burn to have more. You consume me… like no other woman before you, and, I am certain, like no other ever could again.

Goddamn you. How can you still make me feel this way after all these years? Damn you for leaving me! And damn you for coming back like this, just when I thought you were gone forever and I might finally be able to forget you.

Jenna." Brock stroked the underside of her chin very gently, lifting her face up toward his. "Would it be all right if I kissed you?

Leaving you was the last thing I ever wanted to do." He scowled, his grip holding her tighter, moving her farther into the heated wall of his body. "It was the hardest goddamn thing I've ever done. Ever, Claire.

She felt like she was walking up on a wounded animal, unsure if reaching out to him was going to win her a bit of uneasy trust or a vicious taste of fang and claw.

Pain? He could handle that, no problem; it was the idea that the female he loved was suffering that made him want to either punch something or vomit in the corner.

Look at me Elise. Tell me what you think I'm feeling," he murmured, then bent his head to hers and pressed his mouth to her parted lips.

You are the finest thing I've ever touched. I want to be careful with you. Hunter, Deeper Than Midnight, Lara Adrian

He didn't care that his voice and hands shook as he brought her closer. He was thoroughly unashamed of the depth of his feeling for this woman.

For us. Kellan, you have to promise me you'll give me that chance-" "I can't promise you that, Mira. I can't promise to put you through any more hurt or distress than I already have." He took her face between his palms, tenderly smoothing his thumbs over her cheeks and her trembling mouth. "But I will promise you this: I love you. God, I always have.

Art is meant to provoke emotions, Avery. Its sole purpose is to arouse our senses, even if it disturbs. Even if it's ugly. Even if it fucking scares the living shit out of you.

I never thought it could be like this with someone. I never imagined that I would ever feel this connected to anyone, this whole. I've never felt this terrified either.

Ah, fuck," he uttered raggedly against her lips. "This wasn't supposed to happen. You weren't supposed to happen, Devony." She hadn't been prepared for him, either.

You are the finest thing I've ever touched.

I'm not a prince. God, never hold me in that light. You'll only be disappointed." His touch gentles, even his gaze goes hard with intensity. "I'm not a good man, Avery. But I am the one who loves you.

The window to the past opened up to her like a dragon's maw, dark and jagged, an abyss licked with fire.

My brave, beautiful Chiara," he muttered. "God help you if you want me as much as I want you.

You've changed everything, Avery. You've changed me." "Not too much, I hope. I happened to like the man you are." I arch a brow. "You like him?" "I love him," she says. "With everything I am, I love him.

I've chosen … There is only you.

I love you too," I murmur against her lips. "With everything I am now and will ever be, Avery, I love you.

Telling me not to worry about you is like telling me to stop breathing. No can do, babe. You knew that when you signed on with me.