Quotes About Emotions

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We all do foolish things when we are in love. Don't we, your grace?

I do not believe that grief is ever so great that it can not be contained within.

I was a fool! Loving someone who doesn't love you is hell! Don't ever let anyone convince you that you can be happy with someone who doesn't love you.

Love can't be forced into existence,(...)It won't come simply because you will it to happen

Don't do this to us. He warned, his voice hoarse with angry desperation as he realize he was losing her. You're letting eleven years of mistrust color everything you've discovered I've done.

How foolish to yearn to ask the very person who'd caused the pain to heal it

She wept with shame for her lack of will and with fear for a love she couldn't control.

Jennifer Merrick had stored all her tears inside her, and her pride and courage would never permit her to break down and shed them.

God help him. He chortled. He doesn't realize he loves her. And even if he did, he wouldn't admitted it. -Dr. Whitticomb

I ought to break your neck! Clayton interrupted. Too late, Whitney realized that she shouldn't have been standing all this time on her injured knee. Allow me to congratulate you on a fine day's work, Madam, he said sternly. In less than twelve hours, you've brought Whitticomb to your side and Cuthbert to your feet.

Did he happen to select a color too? Blue. Blue? Victoria burst out, prepared to do physical battle for white. Madame nodded, her finger thoughtfully pressed to her lips, her own hand plunked upon her waist. Yes, blue. Ice blue. He said you are glorious in that color-'a titian-haired angel,' he said Victoria abruptly decided ice blue was a lovely color to be married in.

But he knew instinctively what he suggested was impossible. She'd been through so much, and held her tears back for so long, that Royce doubted that anything could force her to shed them.

Do you know why I married you, Philip? Presumably you wanted the financial security and social prestige I could offer. She chuckled at that and shook her head...I believed, she confessed somberly, I honestly believed that I had something to offer you too--something you needed. Do you know what it was? I can't imagine. I thought I could teach you how to laugh and enjoy life. Philip and Caroline

The two of them simply weren't attracted to just any attractive, eligible man; they were attracted rarely, but when it happened, it was evidently a life-altering experience.

What possessed you? Lauren demanded of Jim the next morning. He grinned. Call it an uncontrollable impulse. I call it insanity! she burst out. You can't imagine how furious he was.He called me names! I-I think he's insane. He is, Jim agreed with complacent satisfaction. He's insane about you. Mary thinks so too. Lauren rolled her eyes. You're all insane. I have to work up there with him. How am I going to do that? Jim chuckled. Very,very cautiously, he advised.

It would have hurt no matter who took you the first time.

Sam Littleton was a beautiful woman who would try to play women's games. That meant that if he asked her if she was upset with him about something, she would do what women all do at such times: She would deny that anything was wrong, then continue acting as if something was wrong, in hopes that he would do what men always do at such times -beg for an explanation, agonise over the answer, ask for hints, and agonise a little more.

Why is it," Royce murmured, gazing into her intoxicating eyes, "that every time you surrender willingly, like this, you make me feel like a king who has conquered. Yet when I conquer you against your will, you make me feel like a defeated beggar?

Why is it when you yield, I feel like the one who has been conquered?

My name is Nick Sinclair, he said, and watched the young man's curious smile change to open animosity. I would like to see Lauren. I'm Lauren's brother, the young man retorted, and she doesn't want to see you. Her brother! Nick's momentary relief was followed by an absurd impulse to smash the younger man's face for stealing Lauren's allowances when she was a little girl. I've come to see her, Nick stated impacably, and if I have to walk over you to get to her, I will.

She was mourning all her life - not for her husband, who had released her with his death, but for her own dead heart.

She felt as though she'd acquiesced in her own rape ...

Can we be just friends?, she asked tentatively. I thought we were friends, he said. You know what I mean. I choose not to know what you mean. How can you choose not to know what you know? she asked sulkily. How can you choose not to talk about what you feel? If I don't talk about it, I don't feel it. Fine. Then let's not talk about just being friends. -- Looking for Mr. Goodbar