Quotes About Emotion

There are some pains that run very deeply, as so that the strongest one accept them without being broken.

His hatred for the world was carved into his heart.

Always at the heart of my life there has been fire.

Isn't that what every woman secretly yearns for? she said lightly. to be totally swept off her feet?

Some people are just optimists," Helen told her. "Or maybe there's something about love that can make you forget all the odds and statistics and pain.

Heather hid a smile at the

What if feeling good only comes after you destroy someone you hate?' 'That's not good, that's triumph

For the first time, I comprehended that love, at least for me, had nothing to do with sex.

Fall in love with heart, not head, to trouble you're led. Fall in love with heart and mind, then true love you'll find.

He mounted behind me and we started off, while I indulged myself with the image of grabbing that stick and conking him right across his smiling face.

I didn't want that kiss to ever stop. He didn't seem to, either. But after a time, I realized the drumming sound I heard was not my heart, it was hoofbeats, and they were getting louder. We broke apart, and his breathing was as ragged as mine.

Abby," he murmured, lifting a hand to curve around her neck. "I love you." A sob slipped free and she wrapped her arms around his waist. One of his hands cupped the back of her neck and cuddled her in close. As he bent around her, he whispered, "I've loved you so long, I can't remember what it's like to not love you. And I'll go to my grave loving you. You're my everything.

She was easy to talk to, easy to look at it . . . and when she smiled at him . . . well, he couldn't call that easy. It hit him in the chest, in the weirdest damn way. Swallowing, she licked her lips and then she could have whimpered, begged for mercy, because she could taste him. Taste him, and it made her want to throw herself against him and kiss him. Again, and again .

He rolled on top of her, his weight pinning her against the bed. His hands cupped her face, tilting her head back. "I missed ­you—fuck, why can't I stop thinking about you?" he muttered, his voice low and harsh, demanding.

Tipping her head, she stared into his tawny, hazel eyes, so intense, so burning-hot and all-consuming. Had she ever had a man look at her like that? Like she was all? Like she was everything? The center of his universe? Hell, screw the center … Law was looking at her like she was his universe.

Taylor worked a hand between them and stroked his thumb over the erect little nub of her clit. Lifting his head, he stared at her, watched as a harsh, broken sob fell from her lips. Her nails bit into his skin as she started to come and he gritted his teeth, holding back until he saw her going over. Then, and only then, did he bury his face in her neck and start to move again, hard, fast. He muttered her name, blind to everything but her…completely and utterly lost in her.

One kiss, he told himself. Just one easy, quick kiss. He had plenty of control. He could control his temper, his hunger, his … Her mouth opened under his and she met his kiss with shy, sweet hesitation. Remy felt like the very ground had crumbled under his feet. Oh, hell.

But can love born of revenge avoid turning into cruel sport?

He wondered if she'd been waiting all these nights to come because she hadn't had a nightgown. He started to ask her. But there was something—she had her hair pinned back and she was studying her own hands—that changed his mind. She seemed small and fragile again, and for the first time in his life he wanted to hit a woman. It was the bend of the neck that did it. It was so exposed and patient.

And the thread of her happiness was no stronger than the clasp of her fingers on his coat, no longer than this last mile of their journey.

Memories cool to different temperatures at different speeds.

That he had loved [her] more, and far more, than he had cared for anyone else gave her stature[.]

Can't you make them stop?' I asked her that day, wondering if there was anything in this woman I could speak to, if she had ever run joyfully over grass, or had watched flowers, or known delight or love.

My dear, how can I make you perceive that there is no danger where there is nothing but love and understanding?