Quotes About Emotion

Love is not something you can force, It will happen or it won't.

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

I know you've never wanted to hear this, but after yesterday I have to say it…" He paused, swallowed, as if afraid. "I love you. I love you with every breath, with every thought that's inside me. I've loved you from the first time I kissed you on that ledge. Even before that.

Last time we danced we were knee deep in grass," I said. "And now there's not even a chain between us," Jase whispered. "Maybe we don't need one anymore.

My mind reasons that there's nothing to be afraid of, but something inside me I can't control reacts differently.

Yes, I want to kiss you, Jase Ballenger. Not for show or to make the best of it. I want to kiss you because I want you, every part of you, even the parts that infuriate me beyond telling, because you've infected me with a poison that I don't want to flush out, because you're a mad viper twisting around my middle, cutting off my breath, yet I want you more than I want to breathe. Yes, Jase, I want to kiss you, just because I do, but the one thing I cannot do is promise you any tomorrows. -Kazi

Love didn't even seem like the right word to explain how I felt about her. The word seemed too small, too used, too simple, and everything I felt about her seemed complicated and rare as wide as the world.

I want to pull you close and never let you go," he whispered (pg 234)

The spoon tumbled from my hand, and I fell down onto his chest, holding him, my face pressed into his neck. His arms circled around me, holding me as tight as I held him.

The question of whether it was a show was swept aside, forgotten. There may have been other secrets between us, but this much was true and honest-- I wanted to be in his arms, and he wanted to be in mine.

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 a full stomach, a warm chest nestled up against my back, the soft heat of lips at my nape, stories whispered in my ear.

I sat there for minutes, seasons, years, the wind becoming winter against my skin, the day becoming night, then blinding again, harsh with detail. I closed my eyes, but the details still shone bright and demanding behind my lids, replacing a lifetime of memories with a single bloody image of Walther, and then, mercifully, the image faded, everything faded, leaving only dull, numbing gray.

She wouldn't like where we were going, which brought me some satisfaction

I love you. I love you with every breath, with every thought that's inside me. I've loved every you from the first time I kissed you on that ledge. Even before that.

A long, scandalous kiss. I felt the colour rush through my cheeks. If this was the custom, I liked it.

A real kiss," he said. "That's what I needed, just one more time.

I want to pull you close and never let you go," he whispered. (pg 224)

Luella, she kept gettin' paler and paler, and she never took her eyes off my face. There was somethin' awful about the way she looked at me and never spoke a word.

He was a square, pale-faced man of almost forty, and had the appearance of having outlived every emotion to which humanity is subject.

What have you to do with hearts, except for dissection?

My ambition was to live like music.

He had lunch with Cecilia that afternoon. They ate their corned beef on rye and cream cheese with lox in a diner peopled by waiters who looked like they´d met with utter disappointment and become attached to it.

I carry love wrapped in pain. That is my treasure and soon it will be yours.

A wonderful emotion to get things moving when one is stuck is anger. It was anger more than anything else that had set me off, roused me into productivity and creativity.