Quotes About Emotion

i was thinking that i'd like to try kissing you, joshua reed said.

Beauty was all I'd ever cared for. It was all that ever moved me.

She looked at him, his soft brown eyes and tall form, and contemplated raising herself on her toes and kissing his ear, or his cheek... Instead, impulsively before leaving, she reached up and smoothed his mussed hair. Mr. Bradford beamed.

I love you so much, my fingers hurt!

What's kissing like?" "Mmm-like dancing,actually." Bramble pushed her prridge to Ivy and grinned. "You know, the part after a spin, when the room turns about you. What do you think, Clover?" Clover shook her golden head. "I think it more..when the gentleman catches you in his arms, that warm feeling that makes your toes sort of curl." Bramble's face twisted. "No..that's not right. Well, dash it, if we knew more dances-

One last dance, my lady, before I am never to see you again?

Inside her chest, a warm, billowing, something swept through her, to the tips of her fingers, the bottoms of her feet, shining like a brilliant beam of light. It wasn't hot, boiling feeling of her temper, nor was it the cold wash of tingles that Swearing on Silver brought. It was deeper. It didn't just pour through her body, but penetrated her soul.

When---when I dance," she said quietly. "When I dance, I---I forget all the---the bad things." "I---I only remember the good things. That is the b-best thing about d-dancing.

What makes music...magic?

Gad, yes," said Lord Teddie. "I love you so much, my fingers hurt!

love is our finest human emotion," he said. "And losing it is the true depths of hell.

Mrs. McCauley, my dearest Reb, I do love you! This Yank has surrendered most willingly to the South.

You!" he said, pointing a finger at her. "I will never feel safe about you." "But—" "But! Will you miss me?" She moistened her lips. "Perhaps." His laughter was throaty. "It will pain me every second that I am away." "You are a liar!" she accused him. "It's God's truth." "Well, it's hard to tell. You do manage to keep your distance when you choose.

I'm all for that suggestion." "Don't grin at me like that. We're both keeling

She hated having a heart. It was just an organ, she knew. An organ of the human body. Hearts didn't have really break. Emotion lay in the soul.

As the dark sets in deep within my spark of heart favours yours.

Even an angel stolen from heaven could not replace my love for you.

Every note heard is spoken first in your heart.

Every word you speak is a love that reverberates my soul.

Love is like landing on a heart after falling a decade from heaven.

Love is spoken from the heart, the heart is spoken out of love, but I love you still and always will.

Love is the determined singing of a song whether it makes you feel bad or not.

Love is the fascination in every movement their love makes.

Love is when repetition stops you in your tracks.