Quotes About Emotion

returned to the typewriter, angrily erasing and correcting each mistake she'd made, desperately wishing she could as easily wipe out her mental image of the man in her carriage house.

No, I don't need to do this, she thought. This isn't what I want. I want my mother. The thought startled her, but she couldn't shake it. She wanted Marjorie—wanted to pour out her heart and cry in the arms of the one person whose job it was to listen. It didn't matter how old or how independent Kathryn was. She needed her mother.

Always a sucker for blue eyes, she was relieved to be released.

Every memory is real, but not all are based on fact. Time, forgetfulness, emotional need—any of these things can chip away at memory.

Anger was what came of hurt that had simmered too long.

fathom clearly in the background din, but its warmth speared through his loins, made him grit his teeth. Hiro pulled her more securely to his side. "It must be a mere manifestation of your

The emotional excess of music felt more real than the muted emotion and soft demeanor I expressed in daily life. When I was this passionately engaged I didn't need anything else to "complete" me; not a man, not a career affirmation. I only had to give in to the music to live an immense life that I could experience any time I chose.

It's as if all our hearts are joined by invisible threads to that of the artist and together we form one huge heart.

I'd bring you flowers

Love and hate are complicated emotions," Aiden said. "Sometimes they're the same.

spine. She told herself not to get carried away. He was

put his hands through her hair when he kissed her. Now it wasn't honey blond, it was just hair, messy, in-need-of-a-wash, bed-head hair. It matched the rest of her, the tired lines in her forehead, the dark shadows under her eyes, the paleness in her cheeks.

She swallowed back

Wo ist das Ende der Liebe? Obwohl ich darauf noch nie eine Antwort wusste, sage ich mit einer Stimme, die ohne mein Wissen spricht: Dummkopf, die Liebe hat kein Ende!

Was kannst du dir denn sonst vom Leben mitnehmen als das Lachen!

He knew I loved him to desperately to ever be a reliable witness

The greatest loves are those kept in secret.

There is nothing better for the spirit or the body than a love affair. It elevates the thoughts and flattens the stomachs.

Raw humanity offends our sensibilities.

Beware the pull on your heartstrings -- it's often the pursestrings that are actually being reached for.

Carla, Carla, Carla. It's always about Carla.

Perhaps I need some shattering experience to awaken and inspire me, or at least to give me some emotion to recollect in tranquility. But how to get it? Sit here and wait for it or go out and seek it? . . . I expect it will be sit and wait.

Perhaps all love had something of the ridiculous in it.

Once you get into the habit of falling in love you will find that it happens quite often and means less and less.