Quotes About Emotion

He felt persistently that the girl was beautiful – then of a sudden he understood: it was her distance, not a rare and precious distance of soul but still distance, if only in terrestrial yards. The autumn air was between them, and the roofs and the blurred voices. Yet for a not altogether explained second, posing perversely in time, his emotion had been nearer to adoration than in the deepest kiss he had ever known.

There was suddenly no question on his mind, no eternal problem for a solution and resolution. He had experienced an emotion that was neither mental nor physical, nor merely a mixture of the two, and the love of life absorbed him for the present to the exclusion of all else. He was content to let the experiment remain isolated and unique.

She looked up at him as he took a step toward the door; she looked at him without the slightest idea as to what was in his head, she saw him take another step in slow motion, turn and look at her again, and she wanted for a moment to hold him and devour him, wanted his mouth, his ears, his coat collar, wanted to surround him and engulf him.

Books mean more than people to me anyway.

He was tempted to lean over and kiss away her tears.

She was only extemporizing, but 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.

Apoi o saruta.La atingerea buzelor lui,Daisy se deschise ca o floare,iar intruchiparea se desavarsi.

Yet her tired heart, beating until it shook her breasts, made her sure that there was still life in her, desperately shaken, threatened…

Very rarely, with the spur of jealousy or forced separation, the ancient ecstasies returned, the apparent communion of soul and soul, the emotion excitement.

She did not know yet that splendor is something in the heart; at the moment when she realized that and melted into the passion of the universe he could take her without question or regret.

The drink made past happy things contemporary with the present, as if they were still going on, contemporary even with the future as if they were about to happen again.

If I knew words enough I could write you the longest love-letter in the world—and never get tired.

I love you. Do you hear? I'm telling you all of a sudden, but it isn't new with me. I love you.

He had shown it so often that I think it was more real to him now than the house itself.

I love you, and that's the beginning and end of everything.

His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy's white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete. Through

Sans encore être amoureux d'elle, j'ai éprouvé à son égard une sorte de tendre intérêt.

Her throat, full of aching, grieving beauty.

I found her as lovable as a cheap old toy. She

Ses yeux gris, brûlés de, soleil, restaient fixés sur la route, mais de sa propre initiative elle venait de modifier nos relations, et pendant un moment j'ai cru que je l'aimais.

Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away. (2)

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 finger, gently, as though she were asleep.

Hypnosis was a tool that Dick had distrusted and seldom used, for he knew that he could not always summon up the mood in himself—he had once tried it on Nicole and she had scornfully laughed at him.

She began to cry—she cried and cried. I rushed out and found her mother's maid, and we locked the door and got her into a cold bath.