Quotes About Emotion

El lenguaje debió nacer así, de la pasión, no de la razón.

You walk in my dreams, Leafpool

Now those are lethal weapons." He stroked her lower lip with the pad of his thumb. "My heart stops every time you kiss me.

Because tears look like stars hanging on your eyelashes.

You can't reason with fear

I want to look at you as you kill me

And we who have always thought of happiness climbing, would feel the emotion that almost startles when happiness falls.

I knew my sister was dead. I felt it in my body, as if my bones could tell me the truth.

His love for her was quiet and constant, familiar and soothing; it was almost its own thing entirely, like a worn rock or a set of worry beads, something he'd pick up and weigh in his palm occasionally, more comforting than dispiriting.

Just so we're clear, I made love with you the first time because I wanted you more than I wanted breath. That's the same reason I did the second time, too. And the reason I'll do it every chance I get.

This woman…determination burned in her eyes. Fury hardened her muscles. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

Oh. Allison swallowed. He was protecting her again. If he didn't watch it, she'd definitely start to think he had a soft spot hidden beneath those claws and fur.

He smiled at her. "You make me happy." As few things in this world ever had.

A man could lose his soul in eyes like that. Provided he had a soul to lose.

she gasped. Zero to implosion. She whispered his name, she rode that blast of pleasure and still…she wanted.

He kissed her hard. He kissed her deep. He kissed her the way he wanted to fuck her.

Pain will pull you down. It will break you. And when you lose everything else, it will be the only thing that never lets you go. It's a bitch I don't like. Better to not let anyone get close, huh? Better to not let the pain inside. Better to put up your wall and block everyone else from touching your heart.

Are you thinking with your head or your dick?" Izaak demanded. "Asking for a friend. Asking because you're a dumbass and—

Elijah's hand lifted, and he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. His hand lingered at her cheek. A shiver slid over her. "Are you cold?" Not even a little bit.

Nice and easy," he whispered. "The kiss doesn't have to mean a thing." Her lips parted. That's the problem. He might be done with their relationship, but she wasn't. Everything about him still meant something to her. She started to tell him just that—

Because this wasn't the way that Elijah really kissed. He didn't kiss like a gentleman. He kissed like a man possessed. A man desperate to have the woman he wanted.

I'm letting you go," he said and his smile broke her heart. "That should show just how fucking much I can love." He pressed a kiss to her lips. "See? My brother was wrong about that. Even in the dark, a little light can shine.

You're the one who is scared. Scared that if you're not careful, you'll actually let down that guard of yours, and maybe then it won't just be about the best sex of our lives. Maybe it will be about something more. But I guess we won't ever find out, will we?

You were willing to reveal all to the authorities. You are trying to fire me. You want me gone from danger." His smile spread as he made his points. "Sweetheart, you're shouting that you love me.