Quotes About Emotion

Brendan looked at the card. He kept his eyes on it when he said, "I loved her so much. I…I ain't ever going to feel that again. I mean, it don't happen twice, right?" He looked up at Whitey and Sean. His eyes were dry, but the pain in them was something Sean wanted to duck from. "It don't happen once, most cases," Whitey said.

She couldn't adapt to the present, to who they were now, warts and all, so she drove winding lanes into the past to warm herself.

and it blew open a chamber of her heart that refuses to close no matter how hard she presses down on it.

For a moment-maybe even a succession of moments and none sharp enough to point to as the cause-he'd been happy.

Jimmy looked back over at his wife, and Celeste could feel the tenderest of aches in the look. She could feel another teardrop piece of Jimmy's heart detach and free-fall down the inside of his chest.

Le dí un beso y ella me lo devolvió.

Love, impossible, yet there was no mistaking it

This point is often overlooked: Fear of God is a liberating emotion, freeing one from a disabling fear of evil, powerful people. This needs to be emphasized because many people see fear of God as onerous rather than liberating.

Human beings tend to much more quickly forget the good others have done for them than the bad others have done to them. That's human nature.

I knew it the first time I saw you. I don't completely understand our connection myself, but it's real. And it means something." He's talking fast, leaning in toward me. "It means everything .

It breaks my heart to love you.

I was acutely aware of every part of him, skin to skin. I closed my eyes. It had never felt so right, so inevitable, yet I could already feel heartbreak waiting to take center stage.

How do you convey that sense of freedom that tasted like sweet nectar for the first time? How do you explain it to someone who was born into freedom? It is impossible to convey. It is ineffable, like trying perhaps to describe the color red to a person born blind. It is a feeling that makes you want to cry and laugh at the same time, to dance with joy, and yet fearful that it was too good to be true and that it just might all evaporate.

And do you care for me?" He kissed her without answering "Tha mun goo, let me dust thee," he said. His hand passed over the curves of her body, firmly, without desire, but with soft, intimate knowledge.

She removes the pint of apricots, plump and exquisite as roses, and offers him one. He takes a bite and puts his hand over hers as she takes a bite, the velvety peel and fruit sugar filling her whole mouth. The air between them is complicated, infused with the scents from the bags: toasted sesame, sweet orange blossom water, and fragrant rosewater.

And as long as she could cook, she would be loved.

Oh, Claire, ye do break my heart wi' loving you.

Do ye not understand?he said, in near desparation. I would lay the world at your feet, Claire-and I have nothing to give ye! He honestly thought it mattered.

Then let amourous kisses dwell On our lips, begin and tell A Thousand and a Hundred score A Hundred and a Thousand more

I shook so that it was some time before I realized that he was shaking too, and for the same reason. I don't know how long we sat there on the dusty floor, crying in each others arms with the longing of twenty years spilling down our faces.

You dinna need to understand me, Sassenach, he said quietly. So long as you love me.

Not for the first time, I reflected that intimacy and romance are not synonymous.

When the day shall come, that we do part, he said softly, and turned to look at me, if my last words are not 'I love you'—ye'll ken it was because I didna have time.

For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here, he said, so softly I could barely hear him, here in the dark, with you… I have no name.