#emotion

We're staying together," he promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#emotion #heartbreak #love #percy-jackson #love

There will never come a time when I will be able to resist my emotions. ↗

— Louise Erdrich

#stoicism #love

I've loved you for a long time, ' she said. 'But there was always something holding me back. Maybe it was that I was afraid of an emotion that was so consuming. It still frightens me,' she admitted in a whisper. Tamani chuckled. 'If it makes you feel any better, it scares the daylights out of me on a regular basis. ↗

— Aprilynne Pike

#destined #emotion #fear #laurel #love

Love is more than about distance, it's about emotions. ↗

— Yannick Heywang

#emotions #love #love

Do you ever think that people who find it tougher to say what they're feeling are the ones who feel things more intensely? As if they're the ones who really understand what it means to love someone? As if they have to keep their defenses high, because they care too much and have too much to lose? ↗

— Claire Cross

#expression #feelings #love

Don't listen to anyone. Trust what gives you pleasure. Trust the emotions. If you love something but can't explain why, that's enough ↗

— Calice Becker

#pleasure #trust #love

We are overhasty to speak as if God did not manifest himself by our silent feeling, and make his love felt through ours. ↗

— George Eliot

#silence #love

Love was something different. Love was pure delight, a fountain of emotions, sensual delights, and enjoying spending time together. ↗

— Sergei Lukyanenko

#emotions #love #time #love

Our senses and emotions are the great source of inspiration for creating compelling and interesting art pieces (books included). Each art piece, be it a book, a song, a painting, a photograph or a product should touch our senses and evoke emotions. Emotionless art lacks purpose and interest. ↗

— Serafima

#books #emotions #inspiration #purpose #art

Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong. Think rather,--call to thought, if now you grieve a little, The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long. Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarry I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn; Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry: Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born. Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason, I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun. Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season: Let us endure an hour and see injustice done. Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation; All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain: Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation-- Oh why did I awake? when shall I sleep again? ↗

— A.E. Housman

#birth #death #emotion #grief #heaven-and-earth