Quotes About Emotion

You mean to tell me that you married me out of love?" I demanded. He raised his eyebrows, struggling to draw in breath. "Have I not…just been…saying so?

My family, and all I knew of love as a child. A man who had never spoken love to me, who had never needed to, for I knew he loved me, as surely as I knew I lived. For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary. It is all. It is undying. And it is enough.

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.

He remembered Jamie's face as they rode in to Helwater, alight as they saw the women on the lawn—with William.

clouds of distress. "I—well Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I think so.

Wengeful," she said. "Wery wengeful, 'e is. But oo'd blame him?" Oo, indeed? (A Fugitive Green)

Tha gràdh agam ort, mo chridhe

balefully at his figures, rumpling a hand through his

She was entirely calm, no more than a conduit for the ancient savagery that men call motherhood, who mistake its tenderness for weakness.

But here," he said, so softly I could barely hear him, "here in the dark, with you … I have no name.

my heart went to water and drained from my chest.

Fair enough," I whispered, and drained the cup, the shreds of tea leaf strong and bitter on my tongue.

I lay still, wondering exactly what was the matter with me. Or rather, not what, but why. I knew by now what it was, all right; it was jealousy. I was indeed jealous; an emotion I hadn't felt for some years, and was appalled to feel now. I

Jamie lingered awkwardly a moment, and then, as though suddenly making up his mind to it, stepped forward and bending down, cupped Grey's face between his hands.

The impulse to touch a sleeping child never fades, no matter that the child is a good deal larger than her mother, and a woman - if a young one - in her own right.

But I talk to you as I talk to my own soul," he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. "And, Sassenach," he whispered, "your face is my heart.

Suddenly the confusing image he had sought so desperately came back unbidden; Brianna's face, with its broad, clean bones, blue eyes set slantwise about a long, straight nose. But Brianna's face grown older, weathered to bronze, rough-cut and toughened by masculinity and experience, blue eyes gone black with a murderous rage. Jamie Fraser

said, and though the sun was warm on her back, she shivered, gooseflesh pebbling her

I talk to you as I talk to my own soul," he said

That was the first time that he ever touched me willingly," he said quietly. "And the last—until this evening, when I gave him the other copy of that miniature.

But I talk to you as I talk to my own soul, And, Sassenach," he whispered, "your face is my heart.

Do you know—" he began, then stopped. He looked down at his clenched hands, then, not at me. A blue stone winked on one knuckle, bright as a teardrop.

squeezed her heart. Claire murmured something

He didn't speak for a bit, but his weight drew me closer, like a moon pulled near to its planet. I lay quiet, my hand on him, my hip against his—flesh of his flesh.