Quotes About Emotion

But the years between now and then had been hard ones—and compassion was a soft emotion, easily eroded by circumstance.

The love of you has led me to my salvation, and to what I thought was my peace, once I thought ye dead. ...And here you are. ...I shall have no peace while ye live, woman. ...Mind, I dinna say I regret it.

Might he ever see Jamie Fraser again? There was a good chance he would not. If chance did not kill him, cowardice might. The mania of confession was on him; best make the most of it. His quill had dried; he did not dip it again. I love you, he wrote, the strokes light and fast, making scarcely a mark upon the paper, with no ink. I wish it were not so. Then he rose, scooped up the scribbled papers, and, crushing them into a ball, threw them into the fire.

Mm. You'd forgotten how to say anything except 'I love you,' but you said that a lot.

What it is between us, when I touch you, when you … lie with me? Is it always so between a man and a woman?" In spite of his difficulties, I knew exactly what he meant. His gaze was direct, holding my eyes as he waited my answer. I wanted to look away, but couldn't. "There's often something like it," I said, and had to stop and clear my throat. "But no. No, it isn't—usual. I have no idea why, but no. This is … different.

like, or because I love you—just because I am.

Damn! Blazing Hades! That filth-eating son of a pig-fart!

My hens?" he said, outrage bringing the blood to his face.

furrowed. "Let

Stop it! It's too big! Take it out!

da mi basia mille, diende centum, dein mille altera, dein secunda centum Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Denn wo Liebe ist, sind Worte überflüssig. Liebe ist alles. Sie ist unvergänglich. Und sie ist genug.

Pointing out the emotion in a scene is like laughing at your own jokes.

Jamie's viewpoint is expressed almost entirely in metaphor: If she was broken, she would slash him with her jagged edges, reckless as a drunkard with a shattered bottle. He's using physical language, but he isn't talking about the physical details of the situation. Claire alludes to her emotion and shows it by her actions, but Jamie is thinking directly in pure emotions.

This is why you use imagery when writing about sex; it's a means both of evoking immediacy and of distilling emotion.

Her breath was warm on his cheek, smelling of fried egg.

I thought of telling him that his own touch seared my skin and filled my veins with fire. But I was already alight and glowing like a brand. I closed my eyes and felt the kindling touch move to cheek and temple, ear and neck, and shuddered as his hands dropped to my waist and drew me close.

I have a gift for you too," I said suddenly to Jamie. He turned toward me and his hand slid, large and sure, over the plane of my still-flat stomach.

He said the greatest thing in a man's life is to lie wi' a woman he loves, he said softly. He smiled at me, eyes blue as the sky overhead. He was right.

Claire's hands moved when she talked, rising long and white in the air, as though she would catch the future between them and give it shape, would hand Jamie her thoughts as she spoke them, smooth and polished objects, bits of sculptured air.

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

Does it ever stop? The wanting you? Even when I've just left ye. I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.

Rain was roaring on the tin roof now, and lightning struck close by, blue-white and sharp with ozone. We rode it together, forked and light-blind, breathless, and the thunder rolled through our bones.

Jamie," I said at last. "Oh, Jamie. You're Ã¢â'¬Â¦ everything. Always." An hour later, we left the Ridge.