Quotes About Emotion

I could see her blush, even through her tan, but her eyes were steady and unapologetic.

When you are in my dreams, you have a face, and I know that face to be yours, but no matter how true they are, dreams are not real, and I don't know whether my dreeming mind has ever succeeded in catching your red face.

He wasn't talking to me; he sounded like somebody reciting a poem, and his eyes were wide and dreaming and stark barking mad.

Her grin turned into a smile. It looked like a real one.

I wanted to feel his strength; I wanted to feel him. I didn't care how anymore. I just wanted him to touch me.

I knew that look, that very slight hitch in his eyebrow that said he knew I was going to do what I wanted anyway, and he wasn't going to waste his breath on me. I did not care for that look, but it was better than another quarrel.

Bernatha had a clockwork heart, but that heart did not run.

She hadn't lived in the moment because she hadn't liked the moment she was living in.

What I know intellectually doesn't change how I feel emotionally." She

It isn't the length of a relationship that matters, Lucas, it's the depth.

A feeling in here." She pressed her fist to her chest. "It sweeps you away and robs you of breath, and you know that no matter what happens in the future, this is a moment you're going to remember forever. It's always going to be there, living inside you, and no one can take it away.

Weeping is not the same thing as crying. It takes your whole body to weep, and when it's over, you feel like you don't have any bones left to hold you up.

Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks. Once my eyes open, I'm heavy, like there's to much gravity on my heart.

The process of falling in love at first sight is as final as it is swift in such a case, but the growth of true friendship may be a lifelong affair.

When you read a novel, it seems that everything is clear, trite and understandable. But when you yourself fall in love, you understand that nobody knows anything and everyone must decide for themselves.

There was an abundance of sweetness. But I often felt I was observing it from a distance, rather than participating in the sweetness.

Once the language was in the actors' minds, and their bodies were freed from blocking, and in relationship to real architecture, they became virtuosic. Metaphor suddenly had a more intimate relationship with reality. The actor was real, the staircase was real, the emotion was real, and the language floated on top.    

Love without reason lasts the longest.

She hears the word bell, or orchard, or swallow, and she experiences a strange surprise, like the feel of a coin in the soil. These words make her wistful; they overwhelm her with longing. Not for her orchard, nor the bell in her church, nor the swallows that nest in the eaves of her house. For something else altogether, something she would have forgotten completely. She wonders: Why should these words pierce me, if they are not the remains of a currency I once knew how to spend?

It shows the truth - that the real meaning of a word is only as powerful or harmless as the emotion behind it.

She was lost. Torn between what to do. I saw it clearly in her eyes as she stared at me. I wanted to tell her to let go and be with me even if it was just one night but I couldn't. One night wasn't enough.

See that's what people don't get about food. It's never the food, it's the love that goes into making it. That's what's important.

Strephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me, And never kissed at all. Strephon's kiss was lost in jest, Robin's lost in play, But the kiss in Colin's eyes Haunts me night and day.

Their hatred is so passionate that I can't help but wonder if they're attracted to each other.