Quotes About Emotion

Still... I would have hugged my mother if we were the kind of family who hugged. If touching her weren't impossible. If her subnightie waft was not so utterly, fatally repulsive. That's how much I loved her.

Nie by? to przecie? jedyny cz?owiek, którego kocha?em. Ale by? ostatnim, i to go czyni dla mnie po dzi? dzie? jedynym.

There's a place beyond words where experience first occurs to which I always want to return.

The principles of true art is not to portray, but to evoke.

Un sentimiento de oscuridad lo cobija de cabeza a pies, acompañado de un escalofrío melancólico, que se asienta en todo su cuerpo.

Sus corazones enamorados palpitan al ritmo de la brisa, al ritmo del minuto, que aún, no ha terminado.

Él no respondió, simplemente, la volvió a besar y su respiración se volvió una sola con la de ella.

El aire cruza rozando sus mejillas, el sudor frío se escapa de su ser, huye desesperado.

No puedo olvidarla» se repite con un susurro apagado, sujetando la cara entre sus manos, tratando de sepultar el pasado.

toca sus corazones, la piel empieza a transpirar a desear.

El beso estremeció su piel.

abril— mes frio por naturaleza, y el cual me llena de melancolía pueril, de aquella inmadura relación con la vida.

My head'll explode if I continue with this escapism.

When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.

He wore his anger like knives, and you didn't want them aimed at you.

For a long time, they leaned against the wall, foreheads pressed together, breathing matched. They were one body, bound by the passion they'd shared. Mariah didn't think she'd felt so close to a lover before. As if he sensed those deeper thoughts, John kissed her cheek with such gentleness that it brought tears to her eyes and withdrew from her.

In the dying firelight, Benedict's face was relaxed in sleep. He was so handsome, so perfect. She brushed a lock of hair from his forehead and he did not stir with the motion. She smiled, but the expression faded as a strong desire welled up in her. A desire to do something she had never done before. She touched him again, to be certain he was not awake. When he didn't move or react, she leaned closer, her hands shaking. "I love you

Then she smiled, and in that instant, if such a thing were possible, Pasquale fell in love, and he would remain in love for the rest of his life--not so much with the woman, whom he didn't even know, but with the moment.

People who keep journals have life twice.

I believe in discovering the love that exists and then trying to understand it. Not to invent a love and try to make it exist, but to find what does exist, and then to see what it is.

We tire differently if we love or love not.

In general I think sadness kind of take the strength away from anger, or maybe they just waver back and forth. I don't know. All I know is most of the time I am one or the other—angry or sad.

I like to smile when its natural. I'm not mad or anything. That's my style.

I love a girl that can make me laugh. I am not really a laugh-at-things type of guy and I don't smile and laugh all the time... But if a girl can make me laugh... I'm in love!!!!