Quotes About Emotion

Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever.

The isolation of this place tightened like a vise around her throat.

I love you, Cassie Dawson. I love you and I love our little..." With a sudden start, Red remembered something vital. A tiny spurt of fear flashed in Cassie's eyes. "What is it?" Red said, chagrined, "I just realized I don't know if the baby is a boy or a girl.

He hoped she was gazing into the future that included him. A shiver rushed down his spine, and he wasn't sure if it was longing or fear. Truth be told, it was a little of both.

I want to give you the gift of my love, Megan Laramie.

Love is a debt, she thought. When the bill comes, you pay in grief.

To keep from crying in front of everyone, I ran down the hall, opened the first door I saw, and dashed inside. Too late I realized the room was already occupied. An old man in a wheelchair sat beside a window. Of all the places I might have gone, I'd chosen Great-grandfather's sanctuary.

Eyes don't breath. I know that much. But hers look breathless.

I look out the window, a jammed-up feeling growing inside. Am I going to cry? Or is it something else? My eyes are dry, but I feel like something wants to burst out of me. I focus on the empty road outside. Hold back. Hold it in. Keep your mouth shut, Jenna. Keep it shut. Shut. Shut.

But you're everything I want. Remember that. I love you, Lia. Not a title. And not because a piece of paper says I should. Because I do.

Hear the language that isn't spoken, for everyone can hear spoken words, but only a few can hear the heart that beats behind it.

Because I so stupidly loved her.

He consumed me in a different way- the way his eyes made everything jump inside of me when I looked into them, his laughter, temper, the way he sometimes struggled for words, the way his jaw twitched when he was angry, the thoughtful way he listened to me, his incredible restraint and resolve in the face of overwhelming odds. When I looked at him, I saw the easygoing farmer he could have been, but I also saw the soldier and prince that he was.

There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.

You have not stolen my heart, but I give it freely

It was our story. It didn't have to have a happy beginning or a happy ending, but the middle was a feast at a banquet, a rich soapy bath, a night's rest at an inn and full stomach, a warm chest nestled up against my back, the soft heat of lips at my nape, stories whispered in my ear.

My breaths shuddered, still hot in my chest. I knew I had made a big mistake, but it was a glorious one, and I wanted to make it over and over again. But there was something in his eyes, something genuine and earnest and true that made me pause. This was more than just making the best of it, this was something taking root, a seed being planted. But it was a seed that couldn't be planted.

It's not an easy thing to tell the girl that you love more than life itself that you're going to marry someone else.

I felt something wet trickle down the side of my face. I reached up and swiped the salty wetness away. How quaint. How very quaint. Like believing some things last forever. A tear. As if that could make a difference.

I love you, Jase. No matter what happens ahead. I want those to be the last words you hear from me. I love you.

I felt myself falling deeper into the world that was Jase Ballenger. "Never. Not a thousand tomorrow's could I ever be sorry. Trouble with you makes me glad for it. I love you with every breath I will ever breathe. I love you Jase." "More than an orange?" he asked between kisses. "Let's not get carried away, Patrei.

My head spun, but in a way that wanted to sink into, to drown in the warmth of it. I was falling into a vast dark sky and I didn't care. I wanted to disappear into it. I wanted more. Our tongues explored, soft, warm, and then he pulled away, his eyes searching mine, wondering, asking. Should he stop? No, I thought. No. Don't stop. His gaze held, waiting, as if he needed to hear me say it aloud.

Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.

Lia," he whispered. "Lia." And I heard the words I love you, even if he didn't say them.