Quotes About Emotion

A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.

The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.

If I knew words enough, I could write the longest love letter in the world and never get tired

She smiled at him, making sure that the smile gathered up everything inside her and directed it toward him, making him a profound promise of herself for so little, for the beat of a response, the assurance of a complimentary vibration in him.

I don't care about truth. I want some happiness.

A stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words.

I can't tell you just how wonderful she is. I don't want you to know. I don't want any one to know.

My God,' he gasped, 'you're fun to kiss.

All I think of ever is that I love you.

Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.

They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.

Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.

Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure and the memory so possessed him that for the moment there was nothing to do but to pretend.

You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.

He looked at her and for a moment she lived in the bright blue worlds of his eyes, eagerly and confidently.

I want to die violently instead of fading out sentimentally.

The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame.

Happiness, remarked Maury Noble one day, is only the first hour after the alleviation of some especially intense misery.

Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.

I love her and that's the beginning of everything...

Your photograph is all I have: it is with me from the morning when I wake up with a frantic half dream about you to the last moment when I think of you and of death at night.

But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot.

Kiss me now, love me now.