Quotes About Emotion

He stared at her the way he used to in the days of their youth, his eyes lit with open yearning.

No one had ever told her that love could make every cell in one's body hurt.

Thank you," she said. Before he could reply, she stood on her toes, braced her palms on his hard chest, and pressed her lips to his smooth-shaven cheek. Hunter was very still, his breath catching slightly. The kiss was chaste by any standards, but when she drew back to look at Hunter, he wore an absorbed, intent look. Their gazes met, and a wry grin twisted his lips. "For one of those I'd swim the channel," he said, and headed in the direction of the library.

When their noses were nearly touching, he took a deep breath, and said, "I love you, dammit." She brushed her lips teasingly against his. "How much?" He made a slight sound, as if the soft kiss had affected him intensely. "Without limit. Beyond forever.

You have no romance in your soul," Poppy told Harry at intermission. "Not in my soul, no," he replied gravely. "However, I have a great deal of it in other locations." -Poppy & Harry

This was never making love before..not before you.I knew how different it was going to be with you the first time we kissed." "You knew that...just from a kiss?" "I'll have to remind you about the kiss.

I never talked about you much." I said to Hardy. My voice sounded odd to my own ears. Hardy stared into my eyes and nodded, understanding that some things mean too much to be expressed easily.

Love is a form of madness, isn't it?

I love you. I don't give a damn if your father is the devil himself. I'd let you stab a knife in my heart if it pleased you, and I'd lie there loving you until my last breath."-Rhys Winterborne's to Helen Ravenel

There's not much I wouldn't do for you, Ella, " he said quietly. "Haven't you figured that out yet?

Bychan: little one Cariad: sweetheart, beloved one Annwyl:

Turning her hand over, Gabriel kissed her palm and shaped her fingers against his cheek. his shaven skin was smooth in one direction and softly abrasive in the other, like a cat's tongue. The firelight had turned him golden everywhere except for those eyes, the clear blue of an arctic star.

Let her cover the mark as she will,'" he quoted sardonically, "'the pang of it will always be in her heart.

And he raised his glass to her. It could have been a compliment. Or the most sarcastic gesture anyone had ever made to her.

After a while McKenna rested on his side to watch her. He seemed to have regained control over himself, though his eyes were still bright with unspoken passion. Aline shook her head with a wistful smile. "No one will ever look at me the way you do. As if you love me with every part of yourself." Slowly he reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "That's how you look at me too.

Half measures. My God. I love you so much that I'm drowning in it. I can't defend against it. I don't know who I am anymore. All I know is that if I give in to it entirely—" He tried to control the anarchy of his breath. "You mean too much to me," he said raggedly.

He loved the colors of her, pink and mauve and ivory, all washed in light. The glistening tumble of her hair held the colors of autumn: chestnut, maple, russet, umber.

Sometimes you think you love someone," I said, "but it's really just that they've become a habit.

West took a step back, dropped the combs to the floor, and reached out to grasp a handful of shining red hair. He brought a few of the ruddy locks to his face, stroking them over his cheeks and mouth, and kissed them. His face was grave, almost severe, as he stared at her with absolute concentration. "How can you be so beautiful?

It was one of those silences that was far more eloquent than words.

Amelia, I can't discuss this now. Or I'll start weeping and throw myself to the floor." "Heavens, don't do that. Someone might trip over you.

Love is not born of coarseness," Phoebe said quietly. "The ability to love is the noblest quality a man can possess.

Though Sebastian wasn't looking at her, he could hear the note of childish defiance in her voice, and it caused a wrench in his heart... a heart that he always believed to be nothing more than an efficient muscle.

I've dreamed of this for so long," he whispered. "The first time we met, part of my brain said, 'I want that one.