Quotes About Emotions

If there's true emotional content in a situation between characters, all you do is reveal it.

To some extent, emotions are universal and can be treated that way; no matter what the participants' orientation or preference, they have sex for the same reasons and can experience the same array of emotions in the process. But there are three important distinctions to be made: 1. The logistics of physiology 2. The basics of sexual attraction 3. Cultural impact on character and situation

BILIOUS HUMOURS

I luxuriated in that delightful feeling that comes when we observe someone having to do something unpleasant that we are not required to do ourselves.

If either of them stops shouting long enough to hear the other, they'll be hurting each other's feelings.

todos estamos llamados a aprovechar los pequeños momentos de la vida, a ser bondadosos, a poner a prueba nuestros sentimientos, a confiar en otras personas, a satisfacer las necesidades de las personas que queremos.

I feel like that all the time, Sassenach, he said, his voice a little husky. His fingers curled over mine. When I wake sometimes in the early morning, and I see ye there beside me. I doubt you're real. Until I touch ye-or until ye fart.

He wondered whether Jamie would shoot him in the chest or simply break his neck when he found out. Likely bare hands, he thought. It was a visceral sort of thing, sex.

You never knew, when you took farewell of someone, whether it might be the last time. The least you could do was say you loved them—and she wished she had. She pressed her fingertips to her lips and, as they swung out to go around the first curve, threw a kiss to the distant figure, still standing in the road.

Jamie," I said, suddenly thinking of something, "do you speak German?" "Eh? Oh, aye

Diana Gabaldon

I will not mourn him alone tonight," he said roughly, and closed the door.

I'm sorry," I added. "Really, Jamie, I couldn't help it.

He felt both elated and peaceful, almost valedictory: a strange state of mind to experience in the wake of a funeral. Part of it was Charlie, of course, and the knowledge that he had not failed his dead friend. Beyond that, though, was the knowledge that it lay within his power to do something equally important for the living one. He could keep James Fraser prisoner.

Don't you know any better, guava-head?" "Don't call me that!" the smaller boy shouted, face contorting in rage. "Shitface!" "Frog-guts!" "Caca-brains!

Frank loved me," I said slowly. "But there were … pieces of me, that he didn't know what to do with. Things about me that he didn't understand, or maybe that frightened him." I glanced at Jamie. "Not you.

You don't suppose she'd try to—to get Ian back?" "She didna want him when she put him out of her house," Jamie pointed out. "Why would she now?" I looked at him over the rim of my second—or possibly third—glass. "How little you know of women, my love," I said, shaking my head in mock dismay. "And after all these years.

He hadn't seen—or heard from—Grey since that day. Had the man been nursing a grudge all this time and finally decided to put paid to Jamie Fraser's account, once and for all? It was the most likely explanation—and unforgivable things had been said on both sides. Worse, both of them had meant the things they said, and both of them knew it. No excuse of hot blood speaking—though, in all justice, his own blood had boiled, and Ã¢â'¬Â¦

I have had carnal knowledge of your wife." "You bugger," he whispered

Still, I reflected, there was no way of imagining beforehand what having a child was like – no power of the mind was equal to the knowledge of just what the birth of a child could do, wresting lives and wrenching hearts.

I loved Frank," I said quietly, not looking at Bree. "I loved him a lot. But by that time, Jamie was my heart and the breath of my body.

Lord John had been nothing but courtesy itself to me. More than that, he had been intelligent, thoughtful—thoroughly charming, in fact. And listening to him making intelligent, thoughtful, charming conversation with Jamie knotted my insides and made me clench my hands under cover of the quilt. You are an idiot, I told myself savagely.

Do you miss her greatly—your wife?" I felt a bit hesitant about asking, but he didn't seem to find the question intrusive.

So now thee has doomed thy kinsman, repudiated thy father, and caused me to betray my principles. What next?!" "Oh, bloody hell," he said, and grabbed her arms, pulled her roughly to him, and kissed her. He let go and stepped back quickly, leaving her bug-eyed and gasping. The