Quotes About Emotion

His heart flat broke open. His throat thickened in a way he was glad the other guys weren't around to see. Unable to speak, he found her other hand, guided it to her heart so she could feel what his fingers were doing beneath her own. He made that symbol, the one she'd pressed into his chest more than a year ago.

He met her eyes. "Even if I'm deep in my head, I still need you, Julie. That's how I knew when I fell in love with you. For the first time in my life I need someone so much I can't turn it off and convince myself otherwise.

He was inside her, not just her soaked pussy, but in all the complex turbulent and dark mazes that were Marguerite. He wanted to be there forever, wanted to keep her safe and unafraid, give her pleasure and happiness.

I had my hands on you last night, my mouth, and everything I touched was delicate, beautiful. Something I want to keep safe. That's the way I'm built, and I won't apologize for that, but I will apologize for it making me say something that stupid.

Their curved bodies were two parts of the same heart, and though he couldn't put this on canvas any more than he'd been able to capture Marcus' face there, he knew moments like this were imprinted on the universe, already rendered by a Master Artist far greater than he would ever be.

Even the most controlling Master knew love was the best kind of surrender. If he had any sense at all.

Please touch me." He needed intimacy, the emotion behind the physical punch of what Marcus had just done to him.

Angst is the indulgence of the middle class.

Love you...God, finally accepting it was as bad as dying.

A bölcsesség úgy áramlik a balgasághoz, mint az ész az érzelmekhez. S a világban sokkal több az érzelem, mint az ész. Ami az életet mozgásban tartja, az élet forrása a balgaság. Mert mi egyéb a szerelem? Miért házasodik az ember, ha nem balgaságból, mely soha nem ismer akadályt? Minden élvezet, minden szórakozás csak a balgaság f?szere.

The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers and cities, but to know that there is someone who, though distant, thinks and feels with us -- this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden.

Yesterday, when I took leave she seized me by the hand, and said, "Adieu, dear Werther." Dear Werther! It was the first time she ever called me dear: the sound sunk deep into my heart. I have repeated it a hundred times; and last night, on going to bed, and talking to myself of various things, I suddenly said, "Good night, dear Werther!" and then could not but laugh at myself.

It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons.

You saw his weakness, and he will never forgive you.

The lively Shadow-World of Song.

Pain is short, and joy is eternal.

Poetry is the mother-tongue of the human race.

I look upon logical proofs the way a well-bred girl looks upon a love letter.

I look upon the finest logical demonstration the way a sensible girl regards a love letter.

If it's more enraging, it's more engaging.

Learning by head, hand and heart

How may I hate that which I love with such intensity of passion? How should I abhor that for which my every drop of blood is boiling?

Ich bin nicht nur bei jedem Mädchen, das ich liebte, eifersüchtig gewesen, sondern auch bei jeder andern, wenn sie nur hübsch war.

That is the true season of love, when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will love in the same way after us.