Quotes About Emotion

Cam had never seen anything like the mute longing that St. Vincent felt for his own wife. No one could fail to observe that whenever Evie entered the room, St.Vincent practically vibrated like a tuning fork.

He kissed her as if he could breathe her in. Fierce kisses, hard ones, teasingly articulate ones, soft enticing ones, kiss to light bonfires and fill the sky and hold the stars aloft.

You may not know this, but talking about mathematics eliminates any possibility of being kissed in the first place.

She's mine, he had said... and her heart had throbbed in answer... recognizing it as truth.

When you are in love' hypocrisy won over principle.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Lillian, my sweet love…you're safe now. I'll never let anything happen to you again. I swear it on my life. You're safe.

I'm sorry," he rasped, even as he knew what he was about to do. "My God. Sorry—" His mouth clamped over hers, and he began to kiss her as if his life depended on it.

Kev loved her. Not in the way that novelists and poets described. Nothing so tame. He loved her beyond earth, heaven, or hell. Every moment out of her company was agony; every moment with her was the only peace he had ever known. Every touch of her hands left an imprint that ate down to his soul. He would have killed himself before admitting it to anyone. The truth was buried deep in his heart.

My love is upon you," he whispered…and she knew then that she had won.

Kissing is the best thing lips do other than smiling." Cassandra

She could love him, if she let it happen. Deeply, passionately, ruinously.

This takes a bit of getting used to," he said. "All this smiling and good spirits. You've never been one of those lighthearted fellows." "I'm not lighthearted, I'm . . . wholehearted." Severin smiled reflectively as they stood to shake hands. "It must be nice," he mused, "to be any kind of hearted.

Aline," he interrupted tersely, "the forces of heaven and hell combined couldn't stop me from making love to you right now." That hardly left room for ambiguity.

It's taking all the self-control I've got to keep my hands off you. Don't play games with me, sweetheart. It's too easy for you to torture me, and I'm at my limit. To put to rest any doubts you might have…I'm jealous of every man who comes within ten feet of you. I'm jealous of the clothes on your skin and the air you breathe. I'm jealous of every moment you spend out of my sight.

She felt tears slip from beneath her lashes, no matter how she tried to blink them back. Her heart was ablaze. It seemed that her entire life had led to this man, this moment of unexpressed love.

My lord," she whispered, "have you gone mad?" "Yes. Yes.

Then go find another woman," she said flatly. "I want you. Only you. The devil knows why," Sebastien glared at her.

He tried to say her name, but it came out as "Merry." A word of joy, shaped in longing.

All he knew was that after he left, he'd have to learn how to live with his heart beating somewhere far away.

As Hardy Cates stood there looking at me, really seeing me for the first time, it felt like the whole world had been snatched up in a great unseen hand, its motion arrested.

Did Llandrindon kiss you?" She nodded slowly in the framework of his hands. "Just once." Jealousy entered his voice. "Did you like it?" "I wanted to. I tried to." She closed her eyes and turned her cheek into his palm. "But it wasn't at all like your kisses.

Rather than list all the things I don't like about him," Daisy said finally, "it's far easier to say there is no reason why I should like him.

Her presence pierced him like arrows, promising a future of endless unsatisfied wanting.

I have so much love for you , I could fill rooms with it. Buildings. You're surrounded by it wherever you go, you walk through it, breathe it… it's in your lungs, and under your tongue, and between your fingers and toes…" -Harry