Quotes About Emotion

Unquenched, unquenchable, Around, within, thy heart shall dwell; Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell The tortures of that inward hell!

An injury is much sooner forgotten than an insult.

Anger is seldom without argument but seldom with a good one.

All we really have here on this earth is those who love us.

Jake's pulse quickened when he realized that for the first time in his life, he was looking straight into the honest eyes of love.

The sleepless nights,The daily fights,The quick toboggan when you reach the heights—I miss the kisses and I miss the bites.I wish I were in love again!

Ningún hombre que se muera sin haber llorado alguna vez frente al mar puede decir que ha vivido.

Duele constatar que algo que ha sido tuyo, o así lo creíste, ya solo puedes abordarlo como extranjero, y que no hay mejor manera de probarle tu afecto que apartándote hacia la penumbra. Desarma pensar que poco a poco resbalas, así, hacia la penumbra de todo.

Emotion. Need. Desire for human contact. And it was killing her because it hurt. It hurt like all hell. And she couldn't have it.

No matter how much we pretend otherwise—mothers, daughters, grandmothers—there is always a part of us deep down inside that remains the little girl we once were.

Forgiveness is about freeing yourself from anger that can be crippling.

This time he heard his sister clearly sniffling and blowing her nose. It sliced him. Lou, his capable, businesslike older sister, was crying.

So much anger," she says softly. "It's the embarrassment, the humiliation. For a cerebral man like him, a professor of forensic psychology who's defined by his mind . . ." Her voice fades.

There's no way anyone could know of her marital strain. Yet Fareed's words cut close to the bone. Much too close.

Sognavo di te. I've dreamed of you. Ti desideravo nelle mia braccia dal primo momento che ti vedi. I've wanted you in my arms since the moment I met you. Ho bisogno di te. I need you

Miss you," he said. It was the barest murmur, scarcely a sound.

She'd read in novels of people who couldn't speak because their hearts were too full and she'd always thought, Not my black heart. But now she couldn't speak, because it was too much, whatever it was.

Oh, it's ridiculous. I ought to laugh. But I can't. You won't believe it." "Of course we will," Sophye said. "He offered you a carte blanche," Leonie said. "No, he asked me to marry him." There was a short stunned silence. Then, "I reckon he's in a marrying mood," Sophy said.

You did… that… on purpose," she said, fighting for breath. "Assuredly. You could not think I kissed you by accident.

He started to draw away but she wasn't ready. She held on, and after a heartbeat he slid his hands to her waist and pulled her closer. His kiss grew more fiercely determined, as though he would wipe every recollection of anything remotely resembling kisses from her mind and imprint his, permanently, upon it. And upon her body, where the alien feelings simmered into excitement and happiness and a yearning for more. Strange

U mojem rje?niku, romantika nije pla?ljiv, sladunjav pojam«, rekla je ona. »Ona je poput ukusna jela za?injenog uzbuñenjem i humorom i zdravom mjerom cinizma.«

She set her hand against his chest, to push him away. He laid his hand over hers, and held hers there, over his pounding heart.

Ona je bila posjedni?ki nastrojena... i to zbog njega. To prekrasno, ludo stvorenje — ili slijepo i gluho stvorenje, Å¡togod bila — hladnokrvno je to izjavilo kao da govori: »Dodaj mi solenku«, bez imalo svijesti da se Zemljina os upravo snažno nagnula.

They had nothing. He wanted to weep. She makes men cry, Morris had said. Maybe they ought to.