Quotes About Emotion

Mummy always told me, you should never let a man see your feelings or the contents of your handbag.

she's a red-Headed bitch and I hate her!

I can't bring myself to move. Because as soon as I do, it will be time to be polite and matter-of-fact and back to normal. And I can't bear that. I want to stay here. In the place where we can say anything to each other. In the magic spell.

We're just looking and looking at each other. And I can feel something new between us, something even more intimate than anything we've done. Eye to eye. It's the most powerful connection in the world.

Suddenly I can't bear being near him anymore. I can't bear seeing his generous, brave face, his woodland eyes, his everything... and knowing that they can't be mine.

It's the ineffable, mysterious connection that happens between two humans when they connect, and they feel it…and they just know.

I feel a hotness behind my eyes. I have no idea why. I don't know why I suddenly feel affected. I want to type I admire you, but I can't bring myself to. Not even by text. Instead, after a moment's hesitation, I type: I understand you.

She somehow understands that I have to know how Seb is, because I feel this strange, inextricable link to him. Which isn't a relationship-- God, of course not. We're not even friends, really. It's just... it's a different kind of thing. A yearning. A tugging in my heart. A need to be with him and know that he's OK. I mean, what would you call that?

Standing behind a pillar toward the back, tall and dark and solid, his eyes fixed on mine. Looking at me and no one else. And as I gaze back at him, I feel restored.

And just so you know, Lexi... I love you. Really? I beam delightedly before I can stop myself. I mean... fab. Thanks very much!

carries hope round with him like an aura, and whenever I touch him a little bit of it filters into me.

Incredibly fond.

Oh, God. Full crush alert. Full, one hundred percent, old-fashioned adolescent crush.

It was nice to want you so badly it made me breathless yet at the same time hate myself.

She's gazing up at Eddie as though no one else exists, and I suddenly feel a little pang. They really are in love. I can see the antagonism slowly melting away in their eyes. It's like witnessing a chemical reaction in a test tube.

Happy Birthday Dear Samantha From Us All. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. My throat is tight. No one's ever made a cake for me in my life before.

God, love is crap. It's crap.

I still remember Mum. Kind of. I have dim splashes of memory like an unfinished watercolor.

Wild as you are, all that love you must love you still.

Weep not, everything must have its day.

ORESTES: Just to see the outline of your suffering ELECTRA: Yet this is only a fraction of it you see.

We long to have again the vanished past, in spite of all its pain.

You are a woman marked for sorrow.

I live in a place of tears.