Quotes About Emotions

Love me?" Madeline asked with a faint smile. "It used to be love." He brushed his lips over her closed eyelids. "Now there's no word for it." "You once told me that you thought love was a weakness." "I was wrong," he whispered, kissing the corners of her mouth. "I've discovered it's my only strength.

I, cruel to Marks ? I'm the one you should worry about. After a conversation with her, I usually walk away with my entrails dragging behind me.

I wish you were a mind-reader. I want you to know everything but I don't want to have to tell you. Because there are some things I don't want to say out loud.

Perhaps only those who had loved and lost could appreciate this magic.

I want you to admit just once what you feel for me. I want to know if you'll miss me even a little. If you'll remember me. If you're sorry for anything.

I forced myself to take another bite of bread, chewing casually. But inside I felt stricken, filled with unexpected yearning. And I realized the problem: no one I knew would have come up with that day for me. This is a man , I thought, who could break my heart .

Oh, Daisy, it's revolting the way I want to fawn all over him. I'm afraid I'm going to do something dreadfully silly today. Burst into song or something. For God's sake, don't let me.

Only someone who had experienced such bitter despair would be able to recognize it in another.

I don't think Harry cares about being forgiven," Poppy said glumly. "Of course he does. Men love to be forgiven. It makes us feel better about our inability to learn from our mistakes.

Be happy, honey. No one deserves it more. But don't forget... I'm keeping one little piece of your heart for myself. And if you ever want it back.. .you know where to find it.

The sight of a sullen teenager is common no matter where you go. Teenagers want things so powerfully and can never seen to get them, and to add insult to injury, people make light of your feelings because you are a teenager. They say time will mend a broken heart and they're often right. But not where my feelings for Hardy were concerned.

Babies were dangerous . . . they made you fall in love before you knew what was happening.

I've won his heart, but it's like owning a house in which most of the doors are permanently locked. He wants to shield me from all unpleasantness. And it's not really marriage—not like the marriage you have with Cam—until he's willing to share the worst of himself as well as the best of himself.

I know many scientific facts about the human heart- not the least of which is that it's far easier to make a heart stop beating entirely than to keep it from loving the wrong person.

I've lost someone, too. And there were no rules for how to deal with the death of someone you loved. You had to accept that the loss would always stay with you, like a reminder note pinned to the inside of your jacket. But there were still opportunities for happiness. Even joy.

The guy who broke up with me... he was exactly like you, in the beginning. Charming, and nice. They're all like you in the beginning. But I always end up like this. And I can't do it anymore.

All I would ever ask of a wife," he murmured, "is that she would bear me some affection. That she might be happy to see me at the end of the day.

If you don't want to have sex, I don't want to talk about our feelings." He scrubbed his hand through his hair, looking confused. "Well, that's for damn sure the first time a woman's ever said that to me.

Most of the time when couples argue, it's not really about the thing they're fighting about; there's a deeper reason why they're arguing.

His kisses tapped into deep mines of memory, and the years that had separated us fell away as if they were nothing.

Why was love so easy for some people and so hard for others?

My point is, when someone is hurting you, they can call it whatever the hell they want. They can even call it love. But words lie, actions don't.

You can't love someone new without getting over the last one.

What does your gut tell you?" "My gut and I aren't currently speaking to each other