Quotes About Emotion

Who, Sappho, at a word, must grow Again receptive to your love? Who wronged you so?

Love shook my senses, like wind crashing on mountain oaks. You came, I yearned for you, and you cooled my senses that burned with desire.

I will love [you] . . . as long as [breath] is in me . . . will care. . . . I declare I am your steady friend

I loved you Atthis once long ago. You seemed to me a little child and graceless.

The personal is theoretical.

We are dismissed as emotional. It is enough to make you emotional.

You're like a madness inside me, a fever I can't cure.

He has never understood that sometimes real love requires one to let the beloved go. Probably he never will.

How often do we find love in the world, that it should be set aside so thoughtlessly?

the deepest touch. His place inside of her, where no one else knew her; where she did not know herself.

Very slowly Elizabeth leaned forward until her forehead rested on his shoulder, shuddering with pleasure and relief at the feel of him, at his smell.

Sometimes doing things was easier than talking about things. Doing revealed less; talking exposed more, including the parts that could get hurt.

He leaned over and kissed me — not for the first time, but it still felt like something. Like something I don't remember having felt before, or at least for a long time. Like a door had been opened that had been shut so long ago that I forgot it was there, and whatever was behind that door was younger and brighter and less burdened than what I'd becom

The more distressing the memory, the more persistent it's presence.

I stare at her for a long moment. I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.

He held her close against him so that she could feel the beating of his heart. He did not attempt to kiss her and when he released her he did it gently, holding on to her hand and smiling down into her eyes. It was a moment she felt she would remember all her life.

1957, coldly stating that they would not need her services

Standing fur-to-fur, five foxes wailed, and the call sang of the absence that was theirs alone and of all the losses in the world. And it sang of the joy that remained.

A kiss should never require explanation,

Don't talk. Shut up and feel.

Fue entonces cuando supe lo que eran los celos: un ardor en el cuerpo, una piedra en la garganta, una mordida en el estómago, la sensación de que estás en el límite y no puedes más.

Se puede desear algo que no se sabe qué es, añorar una felicidad que quién sabe si exista, sentir nostalgia por lo desconocido?

El amor es una gangrena del alma.

But Mike was like a Bjork song-all happy and giddy and fun on the surface, but bubbling with turmoil and pain underneath.