Quotes About Emotions

A groundswell of silence moved between us. Trouble on the surface and even deeper currents beneath.

In the face of a love this vast, a man could only surrender.

Now the line was drawn. Lucy had never thought that one of the fiercest battles of her life would be fought over a breakfast table, with quiet words carefully chosen.

A toast to the engagement on your former fiance and your former best friend. Tell me, how hard did you have to grit your teeth?" As Lucy refused to answer, he laughed softly. "Forgive me. I don't mean to detract from your noble gesture.

It's one thing to spend an afternoon in bed with me," Christopher said darkly. "It's another to experience day-to-day life with a lunatic." "I know all about living with lunatics. I'm a Hathaway.

I don't believe in love," he said. "It's a sugar-coated pill—the first taste is tolerable enough, but you quickly reach the bitter layers beneath.

Would it help," he asked gently, "to have a shoulder to cry on?" She fought to conceal how much the question unnerved her. "Thank you, but no." Carefully she dropped the herbs into the kettle. "Crying is a waste of time." "' To weep is to make less the depth of grief.'" "Is that a Romany saying?" "Shakespeare.

By God, don't interrupt me! You'll never be able to change what they say. You'll never be able to stop them. The rumors will go on, and you can't crush them, you can't silence them. You can even kill a man, Justin, dozens of them, but the past will not change, and you'll still be my son. Curse that fact if you wish, but you can't change it. You'll die trying… and that would break me as nothing else could, Justin.

Miss Hathaway." Cam spoke gently, while she fidgeted before him. He wanted to take her in his arms and hold her until she quieted. "Do I make you nervous?" She brought herself to look up at him, her eyes harboring the blue-black glitter of a moonlit lake. "No," she said immediately. "No, of course you … yes . Yes, you do.

How long will you be away?" "Three days," he said cheerfully. "You'll scarcely have time to miss me before I'm back." "I wouldn't miss you no matter how long you were gone.

I'm afraid Helen can't go anywhere at the moment. She's been in bed all day, ill with a nervous condition." His eyes changed, some unfathomable emotion spangling the dark depths. "A nervous condition," he repeated, his voice iced with scorn. "That seems a common complaint among aristocratic ladies. Someday I'd like to know what makes you all so nervous.

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.

Shock is a merciful condition. It allows you to get through disaster with a necessary distance between you and your feelings, so you can get things done.

Some of her fear must have shone through her effort to maintain a reassuring facade, for her father took one of her hands and exerted a feeble tug to bring her closer to him. "Evie," came his faint whisper, "I'm going to your mother, y'see… she's got 'em to leave a back door open… so I can steal into 'eaven." She laughed quietly even as a few hot tears spilled from her eyes.

What is he doing here?" Zachary asked beneath his breath. Holly reached for his tense arm and held it lightly. "It's a very great favor," she whispered back. "By attending our wedding, Lord Blake is publicly showing his support of our marriage." "More likely taking his last opportunity to ogle you.

I regret something as well," Holly said quietly. "What I told you… that you were unable to love… I was wrong. I only said it because I was upset. I have no doubt that somebody you will indeed lose your heart to someone, although I can't imagine to whom." You, he thought with an inescapable stab of longing. You. Couldn't she see it? Or did she assume she was merely the target of his random lust, and no more special to him than any other woman?

Not for the first time, Tom reflected there was no understanding women. It wasn't that they were illogical. Just the opposite. Their logic was of a higher order, too complex and advanced to submit to a complete proof calculus. Women assigned mysterious values to details a man would overlook, and were able to draw piercing conclusions about his innermost secrets.

My God, I can't stand this! I can't let you go out every day, fearing every minute that something might happen to you, knowing that every ounce of sanity I've got left is hinged on your well-being. I can't feel this way…it's too strong…oh, hell. I'll turn into a raving lunatic. I'll never be of use to anyone again. If I could just reduce it somehow…love you only half this much…I might be able to live with it.

What did I do to deserve that?" he demanded. West's mouth twitched. "Aside from saying you were going to cast her out and destroy her home?" "I apologized!" "Never apologize to women. It only confirms that you were wrong, and incenses them further.

Men love to be forgiven. It makes us feel better about our inability to learn from our mistakes." Leo Hathaway

Don't tell anyone I was crying, or I shall be very cross with you." "No, monisha," he had soothed, cuddling her closer as she sniffled. "All your secrets are safe with me. You know that.

Leo," she said with a sniffle. "If you let anything happen to Win, I will kill you." He stroked her hair gently. "You've threatened to kill me for years, and nothing ever comes of it." "I've been w-waiting for the right reason.

My God, I almost didn't reach him in time. Had I arrived just a few seconds later--" West took a shuddering breath and averted his face. "He wouldn't have done this before, you know. He used to have more sense than to risk his neck for someone else. Especially strangers. The numbskull.

The Ravenel temper," Pandora said with a sage nod, and whispered theatrically, "we have it too." "Our older sister Helen is the only one who doesn't," Cassandra added. "Nothing provokes her," Pandora said. "We've tried ever so often, but it never works.