Quotes About Emotion

The feel of her head against his shoulder, of her familiar body, sent a shock of emotion over him. His arms holding her had a tendency to tighten around her.

There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

Such a kiss--it was a flower held against the face, never to be described, scarcely to be remembered; as though her beauty were giving off emanations of itself which settled transiently and already dissolving upon his heart.

They looked at each other at last, murmuring names that were a spell. Softly the two names lingered on the air, died away more slowly than other words, other names, slower than music in the mind.

But the rest offended her - and inarguably, because it wasn't a gesture but an emotion.

We have two or three great moving experiences in our lives-experiences so great and moving that it doesn't seem at the time that anyone else has been so caught up and pounded and dazzled and astonished and beaten and broken and rescued and illuminated and rewarded in just that way ever before.

No podíamos vernos, sin embargo, nos hemos estado queriendo todo el tiempo.

he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling.

When he saw us a damp gleam of hope sprang into his light blue eyes.

Piensa en cuánto me quieres - había susurrado-. No te voy a pedir que me quieras siempre como ahora, pero sí te pido que lo recuerdes. Pase lo que pase, siempre quedará en mí algo de lo que soy esta noche

Her eyes appeared to regard him out of many thousand years: all emotion she might have felt, all words she might have uttered, would have seemed inadequate beside the adequacy of her silence, ineloquent against the eloquence of her beauty

She had been kissed once and made love to six times.

He held her hand and she gave him such a look that he whispered her name aloud.

he was learning the rarity in a single life, of encountering true emotion.

Softly the two names lingered on the air, died away more slowly than other words, other names, slower than music in the mind.

Emotionally, at least, people can't live by taking in each other's washing.

He sometimes looked back with awe at the carnivals of affection he had given, as a general might gaze upon a massacre he had ordered to satisfy an impersonal blood lust.

Then Rosalind began popping into his mind again, and he found his lips forming her name over and over.

As I watched him he adjusted himself a little, visibly. His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn't be over-dreamed — that voice was a deathless song.

Stahr's eyes and Kathleen's met and tangled.

Por un momento el último rayo de sol cayó con una afectación romántica sobre su cara radiante; su voz me llevaba dejándome sin aliento conforme yo escuchaba...

Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space.

and there would be more drunkenness than wine in the softness of her eyes on his.

Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it