Quotes About Emotion

That day, she became categorically certain of two things: that he annoyed her, profoundly, and, if she could, she would never leave him.

Pourtant Dieu existe, Don Juan, Dieu existe. Car ce que j'ai senti pour vous, c'est cela, Dieu.

Kto coÅ› poznaÅ', ustÄ™puje temu, kto to pokochaÅ', lecz ten, kto kocha, nie dorównuje temu, kto siÄ™ zachwyca.

It's smiling that makes you happy.

Intimement, J'en ai le désir, presque le goût. Mourir plutôt qu'attendre la mort.

În clipa aceea, el dobândi dou? certitudini definitive: o dorea profund pe acea femeie ÅŸi, dac? va putea, n-o va p?r?si niciodat?.

En déchiffrant la Berceuse, mes doigts révélaient du velouté, de la rondeur ; le son naissait et mourait, ductile, facile ; rien ne me coûtait.

Love is an activity, not a passive affect; it is a "standing in," not a "falling for." In the most general way, the active character of love can be described by stating that love is primarily giving, not receiving.

Love is a power which produces love.

Love is an act of faith.

To love somebody is not just a strong feeling—it is a decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever. A feeling comes and it may go. How can I judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgment and decision?

Whether or not we are aware of it, there is nothing of which we are more ashamed than of not being ourselves, and there is nothing that gives us greater pride and happiness than to think, to feel, and to say what is ours.

The awareness of human separation, without reunion by love—is the source of shame. It is at the same time the source of guilt and anxiety.

The sexual act without love never bridges the gap between two human beings, except momentarily..

Ä°nsan seviyorsa iki ÅŸeyi asla yapmaz. Aldatmaz ve aÄŸlatmaz. Çünkü aldatmak insan onuruna; aÄŸlatmak ise insan yüreÄŸine yap?lm?? en çirkin sald?r?d?r.

Emma felt a compulsion to run her hands through it. To step into his arms and never leave. Desire shot to her knickers and an aching throb began between her thighs Shit, I didn't come here for this.

It was only recently that she was beginning to admit to herself how much it hurt to have to be fine.

Using rage as fuel for living was a family tradition.

The feeling is the less to be combated, because it is utterly unreasonable and utterly regardless of facts or arguments.

The food doesn't matter, really. What it evokes does.

What good is a name when your in love? You only ever you pet names anyway. Hun.

You give my heart hiccups.

Time. Aching like a bruise, pounding like a heart.

Feeling passionate about something is like getting a peak at your soul smiling back at you.