Quotes About Emotion

I did not want His cold love. I wanted human love—clasping, selfish, and hot. I wanted to smell the rank sweat of the men… I wanted love—reeking, drunken, hungry love.

Maybe his quietness masked a great and boiling soul.

Because I don't care anymore, Ms. Beezemeyer, I want to say. Not about Amade Malherbeau, my classes, college or much of anything. Because the gray world I've managed to live in for the past two years has started to turn black around the edges.

She wanted to scream her grief to the skies and wail like an animal, but she couldn't.

Love-real love- sees with the heart, master. Not with the eyes." The Beast looked at him skeptically. "How do you know that?" "Because I'm in love with a woman who's a feather duster," said Lumiere. "That's how.

I take a seat high above the BQE, stare at Manhatten for a bit, and then I play. For hours. I play until my fingertips are raw. Until I rip a nail and bleed on the strings. Until my hands hurt so bad I forget my heart does.

Jealousy. It burns so hot, so bright. It devours you until you're just a smoking ruin with nothing left inside. Nothing but ashes.

Beauty is not always pretty.

Voice, according to Miss Wilcox, is not just the sound that comes from your throat but the feeling that comes from your words

A powerful king has taken my heart, she thought. But a penniless boy has stolen it.

Serafina slid the ring off her finger… "You belong to another Sera, not me," she whispered.

He had to hide his heart. It was the only way he could survive!

Love was the same way.

She was safe. She was warm and well fed. She was furious.

A veces es más fácil decir que odias lo que no tienes que reconocer cuánto lo quieres.

Es bueno que todavía llores. Cuando dejas de llorar es cuando estás perdida.

From the moment he held her, and looked into her eyes, he was a changed man. He'd held that tiny girl in his arms that moment; he would hold her in his heart forever.

Sadness enfolded her like a long black cape.

There are reasons," she said. "If you knew… if I could tell you…" Her hands, resting on top of the table, knotted into fists. Her long blond hair, pale as moonlight, swirled around her shoulders. Her ice-blue eyes sought Serafina's. In them, Serafina could see a yearning to talk, to share what was troubling her.

Life is fragile. Life ends. But love? Love lives forever,' she told him. "Rémi wept then, like a child. From that day, little by little, he returned to us. Love brought him back.

Love—real love—sees with the heart, master. Not with the eyes.

I know now! I know what it means to be alive! Love is its own magic. And it's strong. So strong!

I'm wishing he could see that music lives. Forever. That it's stronger than death. Stronger than time. And that its strength holds you together when nothing else can.

There is only one thing I fear now - love. For I have seen it and I have felt it and I know that it is love, not death, that undoes us.