Quotes About Emotion

you said I like to be admired, do you remember? You said I would love anybody who admired me. Dont hate this hard thing I am about to say my darling but sometimes I think its you that would love anybody. Sometimes it seems so astonishing that you should love me that I think you must only want me because you lost so many other things. It isnt just that, is it?

But in his face I see, at last, how much I want her. For

I shivered again, remembering. I put the tip of one finger to my tongue. It tasted sharp—like vinegar, like blood. Like money.

When she heard the splash and gurgle of tea being poured from the pot, followed by the rattle of china as he carried the cups to his bedroom, she longed so dismally for a cup of tea of her own that she nearly wept.

And so you see it is love—not scorn, not malice; only love—that makes me harm her, in the end.

She closed her eyes and let the rain fall on her face, and after another second, I could not have said what were raindrops, and what tears.

she had seemed to be quivering, to be ringing, like a wine glass that had just been struck.

I barely knew I had skin before I met you.

this feeling haunts and inhabits me, like a sickness. it covers me, like skin.

I knew that I couldn't lie beside her, without wanting to touch her. I couldn't have felt her breath come upon my mouth, without wanting to kiss her. And I couldn't have kissed her, without wanting to save her.

my whole life is like a musical

When we ask, "How are you?" we are generally met with the equally flat "Not too bad." The whole thing becomes a go-nowhere "connection-lite" interaction. If I reached out and asked you right now, "How is the state of your heart, in this breath?" I'm already connected to you.

They were beautiful beyond words, beautiful beyond understanding. So beautiful, I wanted to tear out my heart and hand it over, because after seeing them, I surely wouldn't have any more use for it.

I reached for Jack's hand. It was cold. But then, so was mine.

Sugar and the man in the Hawaiian shirt stepped forward and pulled him up. But as they stepped away again, the backs of their hands brushed- it was just the lightest touch, for the briefest of moments, almost nothing more than hair upon hair, yet Sugar felt it like a blowtorch on creme brûlée.

She was loved. Maybe not wildly or openly, but deeply. So deeply that it wasn't always obvious, but deeply nonetheless.

Love is not a reaction, but a carefully nurtured creation.

How strange that the years and ocean between us have brought us closer together.

I went out with Veronique to take my mind of you, and when I'm with you I don't feel like I'm on a rebound, I feel like I've come home. It's like my world is just different combinations of black and white, but when you're around everything goes Technicolor. You're still the coolest girl I know".

And once again, there was a table and several worlds between them.

God! Molly, will you just stop and listen to me?" he begged, trying to wrap himself around me again. I pushed him away. "What could you possibly say that I'd want to hear?" I demanded, slapping his lying arms away. "I love you," he pleaded. And it broke my heart into a thousand tiny pieces. Because it was only now, when I knew that I could never stand to be near him again, that he was telling me what I'd always wanted to hear.

It felt like he´d taken a piece of her heart with him in his carry-on luggage

Max pulled a face but then, unbelievably, a tiny glimmer of a smile appeared. It was maybe first cousin to a smile but it was as welcome as the first hint of sun after weeks of rain

People say you can tell you're in love with someone when you find it impossible to get that person out of your mind. But it was my eyes that were the first to know.