Quotes About Emotion

The power of a kiss is a heady pleasure, one that teases the mind, warms the heart, lifts the soul and tempts the body.

Words are so very difficult to take back and forget. Memories fade with time, but words never do. They linger in our minds, our hearts, haunting us.

She followed the melting flakes, revelling in the thickness, the softness of his hair, which he wore long. She had loved to run her fingers through it before. Tug at it in mounting pleasure. Snuggle into it in the shared intimacy of their loving.

You have a wild-eyed look, my Beth. What do you see?" "Don't look at me," she cried, now utterly unhinged. "Don't look into my eyes when you can see everything in them, and I am not able to look into yours and see anything!

The man was an enigma. One minute he was looking at her as though he would kiss her senseless, the next he refused to even talk to her, much less look at her.

I love your taste, my shundori," he murmured, and she felt his body tense beneath her. "I can't get enough of it. I can't get enough of you.

Children and mothers never truly part--Bound in the beating of each other's hearts.

und kalt und stürmisch, im Gesicht.

I do not seem to have felt anything yet,' said Averil, passing her hands over her face. 'I seem to be made of stone.' 'You have done: and that is better than feeling.

You were sunrise to me rise and warm and streaming.' - Praise Song For My Mother by Charlotte Mew

It was not you, it was your eyes – I spoke to them.

You were water to me deep and bold and fathoming' - Praise Song For My Mother by Charlotte Mew

Now I will burn you back, I will burn you through, Though I am damned for it we two will lie And burn.

She did not love You like the rest.

You were moon's eye to me pull and grained and mantling' - Praise Song For My Mother by Charlotte Mew

I was madly in love with not so much what was there as with what I supposed to be there.

And, as I traveled farther and farther, exploring the rich, sweet soul of her, my sense of pleasant friendship became but a broad foundation for such height, such breadth, such interlocked combination of feeling as left me fairly blinded with the wonder of it.

But reason has no power against feeling, and feeling older than history is no light matter.

I cry at nothing, and cry most of the time.

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What do we leave behind when we cross each frontier? Each moment seems split in two: melancholy for what was left behind and the excitement of entering a new land.

What I look for when I see a piece of art for the first time is some kind of emotional, intellectual experience, that's a combination of both of those things and is informed by my knowledge and something new that I see the artist doing.

He said that I was his person," she told him. "He said that we all have people in the world we belong to. Connect with. And that I was his. He said that there was no denying it.

He was all emotion all the time, constantly talking about his feelings and his profound love for her. He was minutes from getting his first period. He wrote poems too. It's my personal belief that if men are writing poems, they're making up for something else like a big hair back, or one ball. Not that one ball is a bad thing. Especially since I don't know any females who are dying to their their hands on a set of balls. The way I see it, the less balls, the better.