Quotes About Emotion

I let myself be led out, but at the doors of the Great Hall, I turned. "I will never forgive this," I swore, and Nefertiti knew it was meant for her. "I will never forgive this so long as the sun sets on Amarna!" I screamed.

She smiled too high, that's what was wrong, and it made deep lines around her nose. We taught her how to bring her smile down and show her lower teeth.

Fear is the loneliest feeling. You can be in a throng of people, but if you're afraid, you're on your own.

Vengeance burns,Torak." said Fin-Kedinn as the river bore him away. "It burns your heart. It makes the pain worse. Dont let that happen to you.

Het voelde of ik werd losgetrokken, had Torak gezegd. Het voelde alsof ik de vis was.

Don't be sorry.' His eyes remained serious. 'Believe me, Samantha, that kiss - it was enough to something very important to me.' 'What?' 'That I'd do anything to find a way to kiss you again.

I gritted my teeth. "I don't like you." "My heart is breaking." "Screw you." He shrugged and then grimaced as if the wound on his shoulder caused him massive pain. "We can do that, too, if you like, but I'll need to be unchained first. Then again, we can bring the chains with us if you're into that sort of thing.

A line of perspiration slipped down my spine like a waterslide at an unamusement park.

Jerk? Is that the best you've got? How disappointing.

I've quickly grown fond of you. Despite the fact that you hate my guts and sometimes you're a bit of a bitch. I guess I find that oddly attractive.

I really hate you sometimes." "There's a fine line between love and hate." I glared at him. "Dream on.

Fitz feels as if he ought to say something, but he's not sure what. He feels a stupid urge to to apologize, for what exactly, he doesn't know. He knows that he says "sorry" a lot.

My template for most songs is 'Is this inspiring?' and with the blues it so often is.

The elusive nature of love... it can be such a fleeting thing. You see it there and it's just fluttering and it's gone.

Patriotism is an instant reaction that fades away when the war starts.

Paint it black

Hatred is toxic waste in the river of life.

A woman asks little of love: only that she be able to feel like a heroine.

We welcome passion, for the mind is briefly let off duty.

The excesses of love soon pass, but its insufficiencies torment us forever.

Anything you lose automatically doubles in value.

The past is strapped to our backs. We do not have to see it; we can always feel it.

No one can understand love who has not experienced infatuation. And no one can understand infatuation, no matter how many times he has experienced it.

In youth we are plagued by desire; in later years, by the desire to feel desire.