Quotes About Emotion

Methinks we have a clue. Be still, my heart.

Love mattered, in the end. A house without love would always fall, maybe not today or tomorrow, but in the end without love nothing could endure.

Pity is an emotion that can get you killed. The only thing more dangerous is blind hate, and maybe love.

I want nothing more than to climb between the silk sheets and wrap our nude bodies around one another. I want to hold and be held. Sex is a wondrous thing, but tonight I wish to be comforted more than pleasured. I feel like a child in the dark who knows the monsters are under the bed. I want to be told it will be alright, but I am far too old to believe such comforting lies. - Jean-Claude

You're up to something, I said. He turned, eyes wide, long fingers pressed to his heart. Moi? Yeah, you

He balled his hand into a fist. You are such a bitch. Woof, woof, I said.

If it works out, it's the best thing in the world. If it doesn't work out, it's like having your heart torn out and chopped up into little pieces while you watch. It leaves a big hollow space that never really heals.

Sometimes love isn't about being smart. Sometimes it's about being stupid together.

Nothing cuts deeper than when another person says exactly what you're afraid to say out loud.

There was a time when you would have taken my heart with stake or gun. Now you have taken it with these delicate hands and the scent of your body. - Jean-Claude

Lust has less logic than love, sometimes, but it's easier to fight.

He laughed, and it raised goose-bumps on my arms. Oh,ma petite ,ma petite , you are precious. Just what I wanted to hear. So how are you getting here? My private jet. Of course, he had a private jet. When can you be here? I will be there as soon as I can, my impatient flower. I prefer ma petite to flower.

That was the true terror of love, that you could love with your whole heart, your whole soul, and lose both

My boyfriends are all more romantic than I am, and so are my lovers.

A crowd is an elemental thing. A word, a glance, and a crowd becomes a mob.

Raising the dead was easy; love was hard.

just because it's childish and unfair doesn't mean it isn't the way I felt. Stupid, but true.

Why was I mad? Because he'd surprised me with a really nice hotel room. What a bastard.

because love can die from being withheld, like a flower that is so beautiful you hide it away from the sun trying to make it last longer; but every flower needs sun, and being in love requires risking yourself. It can require risking everything you are, not just in battle, but emotionally. Sometimes you have to risk it all to gain it all.

Judge for yourself. I've hated him and tried to love him for so many years I can't see him clearly.

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There are pains too deep for words, but there's touch to say what words can't.

Sex may not be the answer to everything, but it's also not the worst answer to a lot of things.

He whispered, "More than life, more than honor, I love thee." What do you say when a man whose entire existence had been his honor offers to give it up for you? You say the only thing you can. "More than any crown or throne or title, I love thee," I said. "More than any power in faerie, I love thee." The