Quotes About Emotion

For the first time he said to himself that a little one, indeed a very little one, had take up space in his heart. A lot of space.

That night they made love, the kind of love-making that is another country, a country of its own, not yours or mine.

Love doesn't cast out fear but makes it possible to weep, howl, at least.

It is not the conscious changes made in their lives by men and women--a new job, a new town, a divorce--which really shape them, like the chapter headings in a biography, but a long, slow mutation of emotion, hidden, all-penetrative; something by which they may be so taken up that the practical outward changes of their lives in the world, noted with surprise, scandal, or envy by others, pass almost unnoticed by themselves.

Events at home, at work, in the street - these are the bases for a story.

I cried when I found out I was a finalist, I kind of went limp when they called my name. I felt like my spirit jumped out of my body, and I was just flesh - it was just amazing.

He closed his eyes, dropping his forehead against hers. "You'll be the death of me, Elena." She smiled. "You need a little excitement in that boring old life of yours.

Love, he thought as he held her to his heart, was an agony beyond compare.

He couldn't say the words, had spent too long in Silence, but he'd learned other ways to speak. Taking the paperweight she'd knocked off her desk out of his pocket, he put it in her hands. "It's fixed. As long as you don't mind more than a few scars.

But you, you've always been the rain, the wind, inside my mind. I taste you when I sleep, when I wake, when I breathe.

When you want something so bad it hurts," he said quietly, "and you bury it, bury it so deep that you convince yourself it no longer matters . . . and someone tells you you can have it, it's terrifying. What if you take the chance and you're wrong? What if you let yourself feel the loss and it's this huge pain and you can't put it back in the box?

Damn, but I like making out with you Sienna. Let's do it again tomorrow." He left to the sound of a feminine snarl. It made his lips curve into a feral smile.

I love you," she whispered. He stroked his hand down her back. "Yep, you do." "You're supposed to say it back," she said, pretending to be offended because the silliness kept the fear/hope at bay. "Why?" He scowled down at her. "You know you're my heartbeat.

Am I too early?" "No. He's waiting for you." The smile faded, to be replaced by a slightly disappointed expression. "I thought you'd be . . . scarier.

You have the power to tear me to pieces, to wound me so deep and true that I'll never recover.

Stay with me. I'll show you things that'll make you laugh in delight, scream in passion, cry for the sheer joy of it.

Holding her gaze, he closed the final distance between them and went down to his knees, that beautiful bruised face looking up at her.

Reason without emotion is often a mask for cruelty; emotion without reason can allow people to excuse all sorts of excesses.

However," he continued when she remained silent, her throat a knot of emotion, "it seems Montgomery could not help himself when it came to this vase. I'm afraid he has a weakness for beautiful things and has been known to relocate an item if he feels it is not being accorded the proper appreciation. Once he 'relocated' an ancient sculpture from the home of another archangel.

Make me forget." A whisper, a plea. Not giving her what she wanted wasn't even an option. He switched their positions so she was under him. "Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage?" She wiped away her tears. "Please do." "Ask nice." "Why don't I make you angry instead? That gets me kissed a lot.

Dropping her hand, she turned in his arms. Then, rising up on tiptoe, she cupped his face in her palms and drew him down. Her kiss was innocent, vulnerable, a caress so gentle that it made him her slave between one breath and the next.

Under her palm, his heart beat strong and sure. It was such a human sound, so honest, so real.

She wished he'd stop touching her. Not because she didn't like it but because she liked it far too much. It made her hunger for things that could never be hers. And if someone went hungry for too long, they started to starve. Started to hurt.

He was strong. And his heart, it was breaking.