Quotes About Emotion

The one thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart

Tell her about it," he whispered to the doctor. "I can't." "Need we distress—" "Now. Get it over with." His voice cracked and croaked.

Ah." "And what does ah mean?" he asked, slightly exasperated. "It's sort of like biting my tongue, but less painful.

Fear outran its cause

His fingers slid gently along her ribs. It was only in her imagination that they left a trail of rainbow light.

Though the Ista they thought they loved, she supposed, was an imaginary one, a woman who existed only in their own minds, part icon, part habit. The reflection did not depress her unduly, now that she knew someone who loved the Ista who was real. She fell asleep thinking of him.

What is love but delight in another human being? He delights me daily.

Joy is a mark of Them, you see.

the trembling reached into Bree's heart. Her hands started to shake.

Across the distance between them, Bree's gaze met Mikkel's, and she did not blink.

Even female. For so long I've felt like an androgynous lump. Grief on a stick.

She couldn't turn away from the eyes that held her. Eyes as deep, as Dark as the night, yet there was something that sparked with warmth, that kept those eyes from being cold.

It can happen like that. It can build slowly. It can come like a gentle rainfall, or it can slam into you like a tsunami. You are my tsunami, love.

His soul exploded with the tip of his cock, spewing out an emotion, a need, a compulsive hunger as thick, hot and life-giving as the semen winging its way to her fertile, hungry womb.

Love changes us, Son. Ray rose to his feet, crossing the room slowly to set his empty glass on the bar. Don't make the same mistake I did, Rowdy. Once it's over that first time, once you've let another man claim what's yours and yours alone, you lose a part of your soul. Getting it back is hell. A hell I hope you never know.

His lips covered hers as he laid the gauze on her leg. Fiery pain shot through her flesh as his lips swallowed her cry, then replaced it with such amazing sensation she wanted to whimper in return. He licked her lips. He didn't steal her kiss. He didn't take it. He cajoled it from her.

Do you speak Gaelic Noah? she suddenly asked. His heart clenched. It actually hurt, as though spikes of steel had been dug into it. should I? Maybe not...

I love you, Anya," he said. "You are my soul.

And there, tucked in his soul, was the love he felt for Sabella since the moment he had seen her.

Some couples--most couples--waited years and years before they developed the ability to read or to feel each other so well. Then there were those very few who touched each other so deeply, so perfectly that first time that the bond was almost immediate.

She lifted her head, her eyes still wet, her lips trembling. I love you, she whispered. So much. His head lowered and, amid blood and death, touched hers as light as a feather and whispered, I live for you.

Rowdy braced himself. He could feel the sexual tension beginning to heat up in the room. His cousins had waited years for this. Hell, they all had. "I'm not sharing her." The words were out of Rowdy's mouth before he could stop them.

At its base, the male, whether human, animal or Breed, has a core nature equal to that of a sullen child denied a favored treat. And the male can react accordingly—

I'd die for you," he said softly. "I'd kill for you, Chay. And I'd go to my knees for you.