Quotes About Emotion

My friend, I assure you, if you have won a true woman's true love, you have a far greater fortune than your millions--a treasure that none can afford to despise.

L'amour est une blessure intérieure qui n'apparaît pas au-dehors.

His soul,' she would say, 'picked mine up and we flew.' And to those who gave her a disbelieving look, she would insist. 'Have you never touched someone and felt them? Felt what was inside of their body?' Only a few would know what she was talking about.

We have become desensitized, in ways discussed earlier, to the electrifying power of the well-chosen word. But sometimes it breaks through like a ray of light through a cloud bank. We all know the experience of reading or perhaps writing a sentence that evokes with absolute laser-like precision a particular feeling, atmosphere, action, or thought which, being named, seems to take on brand-new life.

Why cry over dried flowers? They're meant to be straw. Why cry over miniature roses? They're meant to be small.

She was dizzy with her own feelings, her own voice. She was flying around on a carnival machine that would not stop, she could not make it stop and she screamed and screamed.

The crack inside your fucking heart is me.

I fall in love with everything I also hate everything. It's very hard to be a misanthrope and a romantic.

The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.

It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.

Loss is the wisdom behind song.

If you think about a human face, it can be something you don't want to look at,so sad or so hard or so kind. It can be something you want to hide, because it pretty well shows where you've been and what you can expect. And anybody at all can see it, but you can''t. It just floats out there in front of you. It might as well be your soul, for all you can do to protect it.

The force behind the movement of time is a mourning that will not be comforted.

My mother was happy that day, we did not know why. And if she was sad the next, we did not know why. And if she was gone the next, we did not know why. It was as if she righted herself continually against some current that never ceased to pull. She swayed continuously, like a thing in water, and it was graceful, a slow dance, a sad and heady dance

History could make a stone weep.

He looked up at her. Kindness was something he didn't even know he wanted, and here it was.

It all means more than I can tell you. So you must not judge what I know by what I find words for." (p 114)

It all means more than I can tell you. So you must not judge what I know by what I find words for." (Gilead, p 114)

Time that had not come yet — an anomaly in itself — had the fiercest reality for her.

Schon bald nach ihrer Heirat war sie zu dem Schluss gekommen, dass Liebe zur Hälfte aus einer Sehnsucht bestand, die durch Besitz nicht zu lindern war.

not now. He was quiet, and then he said, "You are the only person in this world I want to have sitting here beside me. That isn't what I think, it's what I know. I guess it doesn't explain anything.

If you think about a human face, it can be something you don't want to look at, so sad or so hard or so kind. It can be something you want to hide, because it pretty well shows where you've been and what you can expect. And anybody at all can see it, but you can't. It just floats there in front of you. It might as well be your soul, for all you can do to protect it.

It was a shock to her, a need she only discovered when it was satisfied, for those few minutes. In those days she had all the needs she could stand already, and here was another one. So she said something mean to him. That's how she was used to be and how she might be again someday, if she was ever just barely getting by and somebody seemed to be about to make it harder just by making it different.

Again, all any heart has ever said, and just as the word is said the moment is gone, so there is not even any sort of promise in it.