Quotes About Emotion

You can't force love, I realized. It's there or it isn't.

Sometimes I felt as though those eyes could see right into my soul.

We didn't live in a normal world, of course, but in this kiss, it was easy to imagine we did.

I realized I'm in love.

So beautiful, it hurts

Because I wanted her," Adrian said.

Me cogió la cara entre sus manos con unos ojos llenos de intensidad y de deseo con un poco de asombro. -Dime Rose Hathaway ¿Qué eres? ¿eres real? eres un sueño dentro de un sueño, me da miedo que tocarte me vaya hacer despertar y que desaparezcas.

We had just paid the check when Dimitri's cell phone rang. "Hello?" he answered. And like that, his face transformed. That fierceness I so associated with him softened, and he practically glowed. "No, no. It's always a good time for you to call, Roza." Whatever the response on the other end was, it made him smile.

But each time you use spirit, you're more likely to go crazy." "Already crazy about you, Sage.

We had been too warm, too alive. Death couldn't follow something like that.

You don't hold back your feelings, your passion, your anger. It makes you remarkable. It makes you dangerous.

Love doesn't make angels fall. If anything, love can have quite the opposite effect.

With a great show of courage, he stepped forward and kissed me. It was nice, though once again a little underwhelming.

I'll just love you whether you want me to or not.

I'm still here, still in love with you, and care about you more than any other guy ever will.

No, I can just read you. Finally. I can't believe how blind I was. I can't believe I never noticed. Victor's comment...he was right." She glanced off at the sunset, then turned her gaze back on me. A flash of anger, both in her feelings and her eyes, hit me. "Why didn't you tell me?" she cried. "Why didn't you tell me you loved Dimitri?

Something happened tonight, Etienne. And I need to tell you." Pausing a moment, he scanned her face with narrowed eyes. Then he lowered himself beside her. "Something's changed, hasn't it, cher ?" he murmured. "Yes." "And you've changed with it.

Music is the poetry of the air.

The greatest hatred, like the greatest virtue and the worst dogs, is quiet.

fifty-six, his hour had come round. He was a paradox and would always remain one, a great tangle of calculated mannerisms and raw, uncalculated emotion. Well-read, fluent in French, and the wealthy child of privilege, he could be crude, rude, and plain foolish. He had reduced his extensive study of history and military art to a five-word manifesto of war: "violent attacks everywhere with everything.

I had seen my mother cry from pain and grief and misery, when I was a child. I had never seen her cry from happiness until they called out my name and I walked up to get that prize, then handed it to her.

Passion is something you really don't miss, after it has cooled. It is like looking at an empty bottle on the side of the road and thinking, "Boy, I wish I had a Coke." The loves you miss are the ones that go away when they are still warm, even hot, to the touch.

It was a good moment, the kind you would like to press between the pages of a book, or hide in your sock drawer, so you could touch it again.

Let me read you some of my poetry. My poetry just takes me to another level.