Quotes About Emotion

Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more. Robert Herrick, 1648

came to her, not the athletic, graceful leopard of the ballroom at Hanford House but her very own wounded animal. Her husband. Her lover. Her best friend.

When she turned at the sound of his calling her name, he felt the world tilt a little sideways, and he knew that even if a decade passed before he saw her again, he would still remember every detail of her face—the exact blue of her eyes and the luminous glow of her skin and the delicate arch of her brow. Worse, he suspected he'd still feel the same sensations a decade from now—a dry throat, a pounding heart, and an inability to say a single word.

As far back as I can remember, whenever you used to look at me, your face would light up as if someone had lit a candle inside you.

This was why I did what I did," she whispered. "I looked at those men at the ball, and I thought of that night in the carriage when you touched me, and I knew I could never let any of them touch me." She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, pressing his hands to her breasts. "Only you.

Nancy began again, and she knew she was going to off-load to Infante the anger she had caught from the kid. Life was just a long game of emotional tag, one bad mood passing from person to person.

Kindness could be so much more painful than cruelty.

The first kiss was at once passionate and chaste, a kiss that contained everything that was to mark their future together—his aching need for her, the slightest sense of reserve on her part, as if she would always hold back a piece of herself. Their last kiss contained their entire history.

The heart knows nothing, sees nothing, but it kicks up a ruckus, throws tantrums to get what it wants.

They could not love Rosalind as much as they loved Olivia because they knew she could be taken from them.

It's at your most lunatic moments that I can resist you least.

There's more to love than two pelvises in a tussle.

I pushed Liam back, wanting him to fall like I was falling. To feel that instant of confusion, of not being sure where life was leading, but thinking that might be okay.

I love the way you can fall in love with a piece of literature how words alone can get your heart doing that.

I'm not religious, I'm not romantic and I live purely by logic. I make every decision by logic and sometimes that leads me to the right and sometimes to the wrong decision.

I shiver with anger and hold on to the beautiful strength of this clean emotion

Amiel was looking at me with the kind of interest that made my mouth dry up. I was Braille and his eyes were fingers.

because we all know that the books we've loved best are seldom the ones we esteem the most highly

And you wanna know how i know i love you? He asks. I know because when I see you, I smile. I know because when I'm not with you, you're all I can think about. I know because when I hear good news, you're the first person I want to tell. And I know because when I hear bad news, you're the first person I want to talk to.

For some reason I believed that if you fell in love it was a guaranteed thing that your path would cross with his, and I never wondered how if would feel to fall in love with a man whose future just couldn't include you.

Me da vergüenza decirlo, esas cosas ya no se usan, pero desde ya confieso que lo mío con él fue totalmente así: agonía de corazón ardido que se desangra de amor.

la sangre, como la leche hervida, siempre está esperando una oportunidad para derramarse y cuando empieza ya no quiere detenerse.

No es un monstruo -insiste-, es un ser humano. Y ésa es la tragedia, que esto lo ha hecho un ser humano.

Yo sin embargo pensaba en ti, que es lo que hago cuando no quiero pensar en nada.