Quotes About Emotion

And what would you have me say? (Lorelei) That you love me, too, would be nice. Especially given the fact that I look like a complete ass kneeling here in front of you while two hundred men watch. (Jack)

I happen to like being sad over nothing at all. I find it suits me. (Ewan) A smile would suit you better. My mother always says that a smile is dressing for the face. (Nora) And I always say the face, much like the body, is best left naked. (Ewan)

His eyes defiant and smoldering, Braden held his sword aimed at the MacDouglas's throat. "To get to her, you'll have to come through me." "You want to die for her?" Robby asked. "Aye," Braden said without hesitation. He glanced at her and for the first time she saw the love in his eyes. "I will die for her.

Why are you telling me this? (Stryder) Because too many of us let our minds deafen our hearts. (Zenobia)

He felt his body stirring again at the memory of what she had been like under him. Rowena's eyes widened as she noticed it herself. "Does it do that a lot?" He shook his head and pulled her closer to him. "Only when I think of you." -Rowena & Stryder

His nostrils flared at that as he sat up. "What has possessed you?" "Anger," she growled out. "Great doses of anger, my lord. And all of it is for you." -Christian, Adara

I want your heart, Sin. (Callie) It's battered and useless, but what remains of it is all yours, milady. (Sin)

What did they do to you, to make you withdraw so far into yourself? (Sin doesn't answer.) You've left me again, haven't you? I can always tell. Your eyes turn dull, cold. Very well, I shall leave you in peace. But know this: One day I am going to find the heart you have buried away from the world. (Callie) And what would you do with it if you found it? (Sin) I would hold it safe and keep it from the hurt that has shriveled it. (Callie)

Callie. (Sin) Aye. (Callie) Can you teach me what love is? (Sin)

Jemu watched his father disappear. He didn't throw the coconut and he didn't cry. Never again would he know love for a human being that wasn't adulterated by another, contradictory emotion.

Could fulfillment ever be felt as deeply as loss? Romantically she decided that love must surely reside in the gap between desire and fulfillment, in the lack, not the contentment. Love was the ache, the anticipation, the retreat, everything around it but the emotion itself.

Could fulfillment ever be felt as deeply as loss?

Never again would he know love for a human being that wasn't adulterated by another, contradictory emotion.

Could fulfillment be felt as deeply as loss.

Jemu watched his father disappear. He didn't throw the coconut and he didn't cry. Never again would he know love for another human being that wasn't adulterated by another, contradictory emotion.

But so fluid a thing was love.It wasn't firm,he was learning, it wasn't a scripture;it was a wobbliness that lent itself to betrayal,taking the mold of whatever he poured he poured it into.And in fact,it was difficult to keep from pouring it into numerous vessels.It could be used for all kinds of purposes....He wished it were a constraint.It was truly beginning to frighten him.

Sir if I was your daughter I would wait until this train started again and throw myself in front of it!

We both fell in love -- with me.

I love you," she said softly for the first time. It shocked her to realize she had never spoken the words until now.

People do incredibly stupid things when they are frightened

Anger's like rocket fuel. Either it pushes you forward or it burns you alive. - Harriett Osborne

Can I ask you a question? I swear it's not about heaven." Joi laughs. "Shoot." "Why do you love me?" I ask her. "Because you love me back," she says without hesitation. "You have no idea how much," I tell her. "Yes, I do," she says.

You really love her, don't you?" Love is too small a word for what I feel. How do I explain that before Kat, nothing was real?... "Yes," I tell Busara. "I love her. Kat's my whole world.

No mentí. A veces cuando nos enamoramos, tomamos los hechos y los convertimos en historias bonitas. Pero es peligroso hacerlo; porque un día, te guste o no, verás el mundo como realmente es.