Quotes About Emotion

Oh the hunger in his stare!

But the mysterious and private heart never ceases to beat. Indestructible and immortal, the heart beats on, independent, and beating for me alone…

You can hate a person with your whole body, but love is a stubborn thing, it clings on in your heart.

People who don't get excited about receiving gifts are tired of life.

not since I sacrificed the word love for the thing have I fought such a mind in my war.

It's an emotion that eats away at those who allow it in their heart. Hatred does more harm to those who feel it than it does to those who are hated.

I never forgot her, Father. I never forgot her for a day.

Oh, Mum,' Rosie said softly. 'I missed you. Every single day. I have missed you so much.

Sometimes, when we look back on a great day as a kid, I wonder was it really as perfect as that, or have I just made it that way in my head . . .

That for the rest of her life she'd long to hold that hand one more time, and no matter how many other hands she held, she would never find one as warm and soft.

Shakespeare is all big themes, like the most amazing love, or the most scary war.

I want to eat the melancholy I can feel inside my ribs, beside my heart. I want to eat the sad...

LoVe!!IS liKe A dEep hOle....If U fElL iN thEres nO WaYoUt!!!!!!<3

Shine mobilizes the interstitiality between sight and feeling, visuality and textuality.

El atractivo emocional de una teoría conspiranoica reside en su simplicidad. Explica fenómenos complejos, da razón del azar y los accidentes, ofrece al creyente la satisfactoria sensación de tener un acceso especial y privilegiado a la verdad. Para quienes se convierten en guardianes del Estado unipartidista, la repetición de esas teorías conspiranoicas también trae otra recompensa: el poder.

It was the emotional equivalent of driving a knife into someone's heart, then viciously twisting it to do even more damage.

He understands not only with his brain but with his heart. And that might be called love. Not quite sure, but maybe that's the key.

I don't quite jump for joy, but I am awfully glad to see him.

He gently kissed that scar and felt something changing inside him - just a flutter of change, there and gone, but leaving its mark.

She kicked me off the bed!

Do you trust me?" [Daemon] snapped. "Yes." No hesitation, no doubts. He finally stopped moving and faced her. "Do you know how desperately I love you?" [Janelle's] voice shook when she answered, "As much as I love you?" He held her, held on to her as his lifeline, his anchor. It would be all right. As long as he had her, it would be all right.

As they walked toward the group waiting for them by the cars, Simon's hand brushed against Meg's. He hesitated for a step or two; then he took her hand, ready to release her if she growled an objection. But after a startled look, she smiled and curled her fingers around his.

But the only time she'd mentioned Daemon, his name had sounded like a promise, like a caress. Blinking back tears and leashing his guilt, Lucivar finished the whiskey and turned to go back inside.

I was thinking of something that made me unhappy." Simon stopped snarling and cocked his head, looking more baffled than angry. "Why would you do that?