Quotes About Emotion

He forgot that anybody was there, and, sobbing, hid his face in his great hands.

Sweetest the strain when in the song The singer has been lost.

Perhaps as a result of years with his mother, he was very prone to take things as a reproach.

Jewellery has the power to be the one little thing that makes you feel unique.

Sometimes, she wanted quite furiously to hurt him; now, for instance, to lean forward and snap at him: 'Why do you dye your hair? I know you do. In this light it looks utterly horrible.

Sabes?, si no alientas de entrada a las personas, aunque sea de vez en cuando, se mueren de tristeza o se transforman en Hitler

You have only to hear my heartbeat to know that each beat is for you.

Beauty made you love, and love made you beautiful.

Now she had taken off her goodness and left it behind her like a heap of rain-sodden clothes, and she only felt joy.

Love shouldn't be safe

One moment flying in green sunlight, then the sky suddenly grey and dark.

I love the story of a thing. I love a thing for what it means a thousand times more than for what it's worth.

Se parece a enamorarse, saber que acabas de encontrar a tu mejor amiga.

You know how sometimes when you come home and you haven't seen a place for so long that it seems unbelievably beautiful, and you want to cry because you love it so much you think it's going to break your heart? I felt like that, too. I am HOME.

Kiss me, Hardy

It's like being in love, discovering your best friend.

What makes you shiver so?" He stared at me with hatred and derision. He sat with his knees drawn up close to his chest, his gloved hands in tight fists beneath his chin. "Come," I said, and held out an arm so that he might sit against my shoulder. He muttered, "I don't want your cold." "I offer you my warmth," I said. Reluctantly, resentfully, he curled himself into the hollow between my arm and chest.

He wept when they told him you were no longer allowed to see him. He WEPT. How much weeping have you done on his account, girl?" "I wake up screaming every night on his account.

The wave of memory had submerged me for a whole minute, while I'd just sat staring and let it all come flooding back.

It's like being in love, discovering a best friend.

This is my heart, a bird in the building.

I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.

And then there are my friends, and they have their own lives. While they like to talk everything through, to analyze and hypothesize, what I really need, what I'm really looking for, is not something I can articulate. It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on. And I know it's around me somewhere, but I just can't feel it.

Martha looked at her son. So this was the beginning of growing up. This was where the road they had been traveling together first parted.