Quotes About Emotion

It happened painfully and without warning, this sudden turning of the heart.

My mother plants her hands on her hips, peevish. "Is that the best welcome you can come up with? Why don't you come over here and give your father a hug?" Hug him? Touch him? How can she even suggest it?

She looks straight into my eyes for the first time in years and somehow it's worse than not being seen at all.

From we to three. Oh, my dear, I love you so.

Oh,yes," he uttered hoarsely,savagely."There it is.The walls of your pussy...Shit,it's like an earthquake.Come for me,baby." ~Gray Donohue

Alexander leaned down,whispered in her ear,"If he touches you,"he said,lapping at the sensitive skin of her lobe,"I swear I will hunt him down and rip out his heart.

A woman's spirit blossoms in the colors of her soul.

She shut her eyes, her head full of music yearning to be played.

I miss your smile… but I miss mine more.

THAT WASN'T A SPEED BUMP!!!

Love is too precious to be ashamed of.

I like to sing in the car with the windows rolled down and hair blowing all over my face.

A first kiss, I think, should be important, special. It should be with the person you want to kiss more than anybody in the world.

This"I'm so over him. This is me, being over him. La,la,la.

My eyes are a little blood shot from crying, and my hair's messy. But other than that i don't look like someone who's world is falling apart.

Something passes between us that I'm pretty sure both of us can feel, even though neither one of us says anything. It's not even any kind of attraction, even though I've been feeling that on and off all night. This is something different. We have a secret now. A secret from Ava.

Hannah." He looks at me, the same way he looked at me last night in the diner, with longing and sadness, and it's like everything I'm feeling I can see in his eyes. I want to kiss him so bad it hurts, but I know I can't. So instead, I tear my gaze from his and look down at the ground.

Sebastian notices the girl too, so he opens up his binder to a fresh sheet of paper, then takes out a pen and writes, "I still really miss you.

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You look like someone just ran over your goldfish.

I carry this thing between us, like a weight. A good weight, in my pocket. I reach out and hold it from time to time like a wonderful secret. I will always have that. I will never feel this way about another woman, ever. My heart will be yours forever, no matter who shares your bed, no matter whose children you bear. I'm here." He tapped her chest. "And you're here." He tapped his own.

That's love. Real love is scary. Because you know what you stand to lose.

That's love. A part of what makes it so awesome is the level of real, true intimacy, and the risk you take by opening yourself up that way to someone who has the power to gut you.

Erin, I'd like to know you again. Can we do that?" He brushed the back of his knuckles down her cheek.