Quotes About Emotions

Agnes would like to tear it all down, rip it up, hurl it to the wind.

And she looked up at me and it was as if she was waking from sleep. She stretched. She actually stretched and she said, hello, Kit. And then she must have seen that I was on the verge of tears because her face fell and she said, what is it? And I said, you. You are ruining my chances. And, you know, she said, chances of what? And I realised that if I were to successfully—

Mother and Father had said one night, just before my wedding, that her name would not be mentioned again and that they would thank me if I would act accordingly. And I did, act accordingly, that is, although I thought about her a great deal more than they realised. So I pulled out the letters and—

Will you listen to yourself, she said to him, and added, eejit, just loud enough for him to hear. When I looked back at him I saw that he was looking at her, I saw the way it was, that he might dissolve like sugar in water, and when I saw this I—

En aquel momento no se lo conté a nadie, ni a mis amigos ni a mi familia: no encontraba la manera de traducir lo sucedido a gramática y sintaxis.

This time his kiss was full and provocative, summoning sensations she had believed, had hop, were submerged too deeply to be awakened. But his fingers on her face, his mouth, his lips, stirred slumbering emotions and coaxed them to life. His hands moved to cup her head, to spread across her spine, and he crushed her against him as their kisses deepened.

You think I don't know what you're doing? This is a typical guy stunt. Protect the helpless female, lead the bad guy away and send her scurrying for help." He put a hand on her cheek. "If he caught up to us and something happened to you… I don't know what I'd do." Her lips trembled, though she tried to look angry. "Macho garbage.

I love you Utanapishtim. Ziasudra. And if I die tonight, my only regret will be that we didn't have more time together. And if I die a thousand years from now, my only regret will be exactly the same. I love you, I love you. I love you

He thought she was like all four seasons wrapped in one unpredictable day. She could go from sunshine to blizzard, from heat wave to ice storm, from gentle breeze to lightning bolt, all in the blink of an eye. And he had no idea what sort of weather was coming next.

One thousand ways to say good-bye One thousands ways to cry One thousand ways to hang your hat before you go outside I say good-bye good-bye good-bye I shout it out so loud Cause the next time that I find my voice I might not remember how.

This is a love story. I never knew there were so many kinds of love or that love could make people do so many different things. I never knew there were so many different ways to say goodbye.

Whether your writing is for personal journals or for publication, there are aspects we all share as writers.

If you want me to sing this Christmas song with the feeling and the meaning, you better see if you can locate that check.

Blues are the songs of despair, but gospel songs are the songs of hope.

A loving heart finds joy in every moment. Nothing can resist its power for growth.

The days have taught you not to trust happiness because it hurts when it deceives.

She does not love you. Your metaphors thrill her you are her poet. But that's all there's to it. from "She Does Not Love You

There is no name for what life should be, except what you did and what you do to my soul.

The only paradise we know through our senses and intuition is that of the beloved, and the only hell, disappointment in love.

If it was a piece of paper, I would tear it. If it was a bottle, I would break it. If it was a wall, I would tear it down, but it is my heart.

Porque escribir, como amar, es hijo de las nubes, que se deshacen si las atrapas.

That is, love is real when it expands and enhances your life—and troubling and problematic when it contracts or impairs it.

She craved a family, not having had enough of one to understand what a pain in the ass it was.

Now, alone on the roof, Valentine looked at her shoes and wished people would either stay or go away, but not constantly coming back and leaving again.