Quotes About Emotions

And as she looked back at him, she felt the serrated edges of her heart in her chest. But also a sort of dizzying vastness: she could face anything now.

Have you ever been in love?" "Colin. For the love of God." "I have," he said bluntly. "And when you lose love, it tears a hole out of you. The pain can be gruesome. I thought I lost Madeline once, and I swear for a few days I thought I might never be whole again." "Perhaps you should write a poem about it. Add another verse to your song.

But is not one a result of the other?" she asked. "Love and loyalty? I cannot see how could you prefer one to the other.

But now he understood why someone would write things like 'she walked in beauty like the night' and so forth. Because poetry was a barrier against raw emotions. It distilled them into bearable music, allowed one to accommodate them a little at a time.

Did that kiss nearly destroy the memory of all other kisses, and become the benchmark against which all future kisses would be measured?

One of heartbreak's chief qualities seemed to be its ability to distort time and distances.

He was close enough now to see that her profile was designed to do dramatic things to hearts: stop them, steal them, break them.

Did he mean for her to look at something she loved and think of him? How dare he. He had no right to give her gifts. No right to remind her she was alone by ensuring that she was not. No right to test whether she had a heart. No right to court her, to please her, or to do whatever he bloody well might be doing by giving her a kitten.

He was a relentlessly cheerful presence, talked only of himself but so good-naturedly that she indulged him. He certainly laughed a good deal. Something about his laugh made her feel more alone than if she were standing on a high cliff at the end of the world, shouting her name into the void to hear it echo back at her.

The butterflies did a slow orbit in her stomach.

Love is like a loaded musket," he mused. "And yet it's available to everyone. It's always . . ." He mimed thrusting out a gun. "'Here you are! Try not to kill yourself or others with it.' They oughtn't allow young people near it.

He wished for access to all the world's languages at once, for then he would have a better word for how he felt and what she was.

Just a vicar. And with those words she'd tried to reduce him to something manageable, maneuverable, understandable. She'd given no thought as to what the word truly meant. Or why his control was so necessary. It was in proportion to how much he felt and how much he needed to give day after day.

Sometimes the only choices we have, even the ones made out of love, isolate us.

It hurt. And just as there seemed to be no end in the kinds of pleasure he could give or to the ways in which she loved him, and because of this, no end to the way he could hurt her, again and again and again.

Does she make you laugh?" He thought about this. "She laughs a good deal when I'm about," he allowed. Did Colin Eversea really want to be laughed at rather than with his entire life? He was the most maddening person she'd ever met, but his humor contained angles; he used it both to deflect and persuade. And if one could see around it, one would see into vulnerability.

Why does anyone love anyone?" she said. He shifted on the bench and blew out a breath. "I don't know. I know it's the only thing that makes life bearable. And it's the only thing that makes life unbearable.

I'm sorry you don't get it, Mom. Sometimes I don't get why I do the things I do. I just know I wake up every morning and wish I was dead.

I had to fight so hard not to cry.

I hated him. I hated them all. They made me hate myself even more than I already did.

Yet you told him you loved him? Yes, I did. Bridgid was clearly impressed. You're more courageous than I am. The fear of being rejected pains me to even think about, yet you boldly told Brodick how you felt, even though he hadn't spoken his feelings. Actually, he told me I loved him.

physical beauty should have no importance in a lasting relationship.

It's a shame you know, he called over his shoulder. What's a shame? Duncan asked. That I didn't capture her first. Duncan smiled. Nay, Edmond, it was a blessing. God's truth, I would have taken her from you.

Isabelle, it's all right for you to be a little afraid, but you should also be very excited and joyful, too. You're about to bring a new life into this world. I would rather Winslow do it.