Quotes About Emotion

And what is love but a four-letter word for trouble?

Kenric grabbed her arms and pulled her closer, shaking her once. "I've told you it will make no difference! Why are you doing this?" "Because I love you," she whispered brokenly. Those were the words. Of any she could have said to him, those were the only ones that could crumble his defenses. He'd heard them too often in his mind, certain she would never think to use them as a weapon. They sliced through him as cleanly as the sharpest knife.

That small caress, such a simple show of affection, unleashed something coiled deep within Kenric. In that moment he finally understood what drove men to wage wars over a woman, why a man would give almost anything to possess the woman he wanted above all others. No amount of gold, fame, or glory could come close to arousing the emotions she stirred in him. Nothing else in the world.

I learned a new phrase today while you were away." She turned in his arms and then placed her hand on his chest. Her gaze lowered, suddenly shy. "Mi sei mancato molto." (I missed you so much) Sometimes it was acceptable for comfort and need to collide. He leaned down and kissed her, a kiss to seal his promises, a kiss that meant they were going to miss their evening meal.

I like to touch you," Claudia said, in her soft, sultry voice. "There are times when I want so badly to touch you that it hurts not to." She lifted one hand to his face and brushed her fingertips along his cheek.

What had happened to that love? Nothing, really, love was love.

Garnet was very happy. She was so happy, for no especial reason, that she felt as if she must move carefully so she wouldn't jar or shake the feeling of happiness.

She wanted a smile that was meant only for her.

The more she loved, the more she ached.

She looked out across the water and allowed the feeling of longing to wash over her, spill into the crevices of her soul, and fill her completely.

Believe me I don't want to set the world on fire I just want to start a flame in your heart

But after he tells you how they died, I want you to remember how they lived(...)

Powerless But for the star destroyer Unknowing She crash-lands in his heart.

Do not apologize for crying. Without this emotion, we are only robots.

He adores me,' she said.

Genius creates from the heart and when the artifact is broken so is the heart.

Just as it takes death to awaken us to the full stature of someone loved

Genius creates from the heart and when men put love into their work there is power in it, there is a soul in the body.

Love still owned him, steered him, drew him to itself.

now her compassion had been pierced and set flowing; it felt as though her life's blood were running away.

Love. The only indestructible thing. The only wealth and the only reality. The only survival. At the end of it all there was nothing else

has proved to be true. You have a first city as you have a first lover, and this was mine.

I was immensely moved by this novel when I read it recently and yet I cannot think of anything to say about it except that it is wonderful. The people are not characters, there is no plot in the usual sense. What can you bring to bear: verisimilitude — to what? You can merely say over and over that it is very good, very beautiful, that when you were reading it you were happy.

Alas, the heart is not a metaphor, or at least not always a metaphor.