Quotes About Emotion

Never apologize to women. It only confirms that you were wrong, and incenses them further.

She was so endearing, so indomitable, that Gabriel was wrenched with a feeling he'd never known before, as if all the extremes of joy and despair had been compressed into some new emotion that threatened to crack the walls of his heart.

But I hadn't known what love was. And I wondered how you could ever be sure, when you thought you loved someone, if you really did.

You sweet…beautiful…lunatic," he heard himself mutter.

Well, I find a strange comfort in the fact that he wouldn't feel this degree of animosity now, had he not loved me so much before.

Falling hard and fast. And there didn't seem to be a thing I could do about it.

It was a good hald minute before I looked over at Todd. his eyes were slightly foggy, like he was waking up- reluctantly- from a lascivious dream. "I didn't know they still made them like that," he said.... "Cool, tough, retro-manly. The kind who only cries if someone just ran over their dog. The big chested guy we can indulge our pathetic Daddy complexes with.

You thought I was peculiar," she said in a muffled voice. His mouth brushed the edge of her ear and settled against her neck. She felt that he was smiling. "Darling love… you are.

Love was the secret behind everything...love was what made vineyards grow and filled the spaces between the stars, and fixed the ground beneath his feet. It didn't matter if you acknowledged it or not. You couldn't stop the motion of the earth or hold back the ocean tides, or break the pull of the moon. You couldn't stop the rain or pull a shade over the sun.

Sometimes people don't have to make you love them...you just do, and there's no help for it.

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Sleep," she heard him whisper. "And if you have any more nightmares...I'll kiss them all away.

I closed my eyes, thinking, Let me love you, Hardy, just let me.

Holding himself deep inside her, he groaned, while a shiver ran across his shoulders. "You're so tight," he said hoarsely. "I-I'm sorry—" "No, no," he managed. "Don't be sorry. My God." His voice was slurred, as if he was drunk on pleasure.

Sweet," he whispered, and stole a kiss from her lips. "Sweet… let me stay with you a little longer." -Jack to Amanda

She wanted him to stop, but more than that, she wanted him to go on forever.

Dearest Lily." Penelope took her hand and pressed it between her own. "Since I was a little girl, I've always thought of you as the most beautiful, most courageous, most everything. But not practical. Never practical.

You're not trying to protect me. You're trying to protect yourself." She hugged herself to him tightly. "But you can force yourself to take the risk of loving someone, can't you?" "No," he whispered. "Yes. You must." Evie closed her eyes and pressed her face against his. "Because I love you, Sebastian…and I need you to love me back. And not in h-half measures.

Dane touched my chin and lifted my face upward, and kissed me gently. Only then did I understand that Dane had always been a friend I had slept with, and how entirely different that was from having a lover who could be a friend.

I'll hold you 'til the end of time, if that's all you want from me. But there's so much more I could do for you. I would treasure you. I would-" He broke off, leaning so close she felt as if she were drowning in the tropical azure and ocean green of his eyes. "Marry me, Cassandra- and we'll tell them all to go to hell.

My son . . . guilt, in proper measure, can be a useful emotion. However, when indulged to excess it becomes self-defeating, and even worse, tedious.

I figured I couldn't love you as much as I do, without you feeling something for me too.

Horror isn't only about ghosts or monsters. For example, paranormal romance seems the antithesis of horror. Once you have a sexy, fun vampire who is sweet, and you have a happy ending, it's not horror.

He has Van Gogh's ear for music.