Quotes About Emotion

Me di cuenta que su voz estaba hecha de hebras humanas

venía sonriéndose mi corazón y dando de brincos a cada paso, como si no le cupiera el gusto de saber que tú existes.

Their eyes met; neither would forget.

Vivian Gornick's memoir Fierce Attachments

Poetry is not business as usual.

Feeling a little foolish over her confidences, Elizabeth glanced up at him with an embarrassed smile. "What is the most beautiful place you've ever seen?" Dragging his gaze from the beauty of the gardens, Ian looked down at the beauty beside him. "Any place," he said huskily, "where you are.

Why did happy memories fade and blur until one could scarcely recall them at all, while horrible memories seemed to retain their blinding clarity and painful sharpness?

Let me go." "I can't", he said hoarsely, (…)" I've tried a hundred times to let you go, Victoria, but I can't.

His gaze held hers, and his voice was tender and rough. "Love me, Elizabeth." Elizabeth felt a tremor run through her entire body, but she looked at him without flinching. "I do.

she kissed him with all the aching longing that being this close to him evoked; she kissed him in all the ways he had ever kissed her, feeling faint with joy when he began to kiss her back, his mouth moving with fierce tenderness, then opening with fiery demand over hers, until their breaths were mingled gasps, and they were straining to one another.

Jason, stop this," she pleaded. "You don't want to kiss me. You don't even like me more than a little when you aren't foxed" A harsh laugh escaped him. "I like you too damned much!" he whispered bitterly, then pulled her head down and captured her lips in a demaning, scalding kiss that took everything and give nothing in return.

Miss stone, I adore you.

What's your favorite sport, Zack? Zack tipped her chin up. My favorite sport, he said in an aching, husky voice he scarcely recognized as his own, is making love to you. Her eyes darkened with a love she wasn't trying to conceal from him anymore. What's your favorite food? she asked shakily. In answer, Zack bent his head and touched her lips in a soft kiss. You are.

If you will kiss me

What is it about you that demolishes my mind?

I love you, he thought with each thrust of his body; I love you, his heart shouted with each thunderous beat; I love you, his soul cried out as Alexandra's spasms clenched him tightly. I love you. The words exploded in his being as he drove into her one last time and poured his life, his future, and all the disillusionment of his past into her tender keeping.

You are mad!" she snapped, her chest heaving. "And you are a devil!" "And you, my dear," Royce imperturbably replied, "are a bitch." With that, he turned to the horrified friar and unhesitatingly announced, "The lady and I wish to be wed.

Baz? insanlar aÅŸk? kalplerinde,baz?lar?ysa bütün benliklerinde hissederler...

You won't listen to me. Anger blows out the lamp of the mind . . ." The quote from Ingersoll

Mourning suits us Spanish women. Tragedy turns us into Antigone - maybe we are bred for the part.

Sexually he was like a dose of anesthetic, he made her go dead all over, but he was so nice!

It was like I wasn't thinking. I swear to God. It was like someone else was doing it. I remember I'm looking down at her just before I bring it down and I'm looking at her face . . . she's so scared . . . but it's like I had nothing to do with it. It's like I'm a million miles away.

Meryl Streep disclosed in an interview with Gene Siskel that for every role she gives herself a secret, something which her character would not want others to know, and which she herself conceals from her co-stars; in "Kramer vs. Kramer" her secret was that she never had loved her husband.

Why are we acting as if we're angry. Are we angry?