Quotes About Emotion

This isn't your redemption Noah," she said, her eyes so passionate with emotion that they seemed to glow.

The crowd thundered and screamed as the rock star who'd been meant to be Molly's one-night stand pressed his forehead to her own and whispered, "I'm yours.

A smile that made his need to kiss her almost unbearable, his heart doing things inside his chest that he was sure weren't in the least macho. He couldn't find it in himself to care, because when Charlotte smiled that way, it destroyed him.

None had had a chance to experience love in this way, to walk hand in hand with a man who would lay down his life for her. A day, a week, a month, a year—no matter how long she lived as a whole person, she would do it with an open heart and an unfettered spirit.

And when it was over, he'd have destroyed the most beautiful thing he'd encountered, that he'd felt, in all eternity.

Vuelve conmigo, Max —le dijo en voz queda. —¿Cómo voy a resistirme? —La miró con seriedad y le dio un beso con tal emoción que a Sophia le dolió el alma—. Tienes cautivo mi corazón.

Furious defiance burned under his skin.

You," he said quietly, no longer able to lie. "You tempt me.

Galen, én kedvellek, de Jessamyt szeretem. Ha megbántod, én kibelezlek.

Love gives far more than it ever takes. And love makes us want to give. Words

When, in a desperate attempt to save their people from the twin scourges of murder and insanity, the Psy race decided to embrace the Silence Protocol and eliminate emotion from their lives, it was by no means an easy decision.

My father is a hard man to love. I've never been sure if he even wants love, or if all he wants or needs is obedience. As for returning any affection given, that's a non-event. To Ishaan Rai, his family is his possession.

Attracted to one of the Silent? His mouth set in a grim line. He'd cut off his own balls before he accepted that.

My unshed tears had hardened to stone inside me.

Cupping his face, Ísa kissed him with wild affection. "Thank you for caring." He rolled his eyes. "That's like thanking me for breathing." She was his; of course he'd care for her and those who were important to her.

boy who had grown up with a monster. "That," he said, "is a matter of opinion. Some would say he was a perfect creation of Silence. Totally without emotion, without empathy. To him, the murders were interesting experiments.

Sex is powerful and beautiful and dangerous.

She loved him because he was the reason why.

Although solving murders and matchmaking ought to be as different as night and day, the thump of excitement in her heart was the same.

Perhaps, for some, love strikes like lightning, but for me, it crept upon me like a thief in the night. A very handsome thief, who has quite stolen my once-lonely heart.

I'll miss you. If you stay, I'll kiss you. Cause you're my girl, girl.

Don't leave me, Jack, I said. Not ever, he whispered back.

we named her Dorothy Ann. Dolly, for short. I kissed her warily, fearful of the pain of loving her, love her, though love her I did; fearful lest she hurt me by dying.

Love is not an indivisible emotion," says psychoanalyst Richard Robertiello. "Our job as adults is to separate out the elements in this big package we got from mother which she called love, and to take in what she did give us, and to look in the real world for those other aspects we did not get from her.