Quotes About Emotion

I felt like my eyes were throwing off sparks. I wanted him burnt.

It was not honor that made Meleager fight, or his friends, or victory, or revenge, or even his own life. It was Cleopatra, on her knees before him, her face streaked with tears. Here is Phoinix's craft: Cleopatra, Patroclus. Her name built from the same pieces as mine, only reversed.

Fear sloshed over me, each wave colder than the last.

This and this and this

Evoco il ragazzo che conoscevo. Achille che sogghigna mentre i fichi diventano una macchia sfocata tra le sue mani. Gli occhi verdi che ridono nei miei. Prendi, dice. Achille, che si staglia contro il cielo, aggrappato a un ramo sopra il fiume. Il denso calore del suo respiro assonnato contro il mio orecchio:

Quei secondi, quei mezzi secondi, in cui i nostri sguardi si toccavano erano gli unici momenti della giornata in cui sentissi qualcosa".

Nel mio petto vibrava qualcosa a cui non riuscivo esattamente a dare un nome".

Nel mio petto vibrava qualcosa a cui non riuscivo esattamente a dare un nome. Desiderio di fuga, pericolo, speranza, tutto allo stesso tempo".

Ma non è una caratteristica del genio andare sempre dritto al cuore?

I touched the thought like a cruise, testing for its ache.

Dirasakannya cintanya, cinta yang mudah, sederhana dan bermaksud baik. Dan ia tak sampai hati melukainya. Bagaimana mungkin ia bisa berfikir, berkata terhadap cinta yang tidak rumit ini.

All my defences are shredded, ripped away, exposing me. I'm sure he can see right down into my core, because I'm seeing into the very heart of him, and I'm petrified by what I find there.

Power is being told you're not loved and not being destroyed by it.

Only when I'm dancing can I feel this free.

Power is being told you are not loved... and not being destroyed by it.

Rejection is the greatest aphrodisiac.

Sex is an emotion in motion.

A woman in love can't be reasonable--or she probably wouldn't be in love.

Love isn't an emotion or an instinct - it's an art.

You can do what you want, but saving love doesn't bring any interest.

Sex with love is the greatest thing in life. But sex without love — that's not so bad either.

When the hauteur slipped from her face, what would I see? Despair, I imagine. Not the passive, withdrawn despair that keeps itself in silence but the raging kind that incinerates all before it.

Mothers are the people who love us for no good reason. And those of us who are mothers know it's the most exquisite love of all.

Romantic lovers require from each other at least the facade of reason: We desire to be what romantic love makes us appear in the other's eyes. We want to imagine we are deserving of the love we inspire.