Quotes About Emotion

What fun it had been, having an admirer even for that little while. No wonder people liked admirers. They seemed, in some strange way, to make one come alive.

How passionately she longed to be important to somebody again—not important on platforms, not important as an asset in an organization, but privately important, just to one other person, quite privately, nobody else to know or notice.

He was bewildered, but he still could kiss. It seemed curiously natural to be doing it.

Scrap looked up at the pine-tree motionless among stars. Beauty made you love, and love made you beautiful.

She was just staring; and her face, as usual, was the face of a patient and disappointed Madonna.

Mother must have been kissed too, and she's still alive …

and just loving him with all her simple young heart and entirely believing in him, had made him, so completely commonplace before in all his utterances, suddenly—at least in the pulpit—sing. Was it acute, personal experience that one needed? Did one only cry out the truth really movingly when under some sort of lash, either of grief or ecstasy?

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

KISS ME, HARDY! Kiss me, QUICK!

Hope is the most treacherous thing in the world. It lifts you and lets you plummet. But as long as you're being lifted you don't worry about plummeting.

Oh Julie, wouldn't I know if you were dead? Wouldn't I feel it happening, like a jolt of electricity to my heart?

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.

I am crying over the elusive nature of love.

My God, I could raise a family of six children and hold down a full-time job with all the energy I expend on depression!

I come from a family of screamers. If they are trying to express any emotion or idea beyond pass the salt, it comes in shrieks.

I dont want to die, i dont want to live either.

What makes you think i'm so rich you can steal my heart and i won't feel a thing?

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.

Sometimes I wish there were a way to let people know that just because I live in a world without rules, and in a life that is lawless, doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt so bad the morning after.

Depression gave me extreme perspicacity; rather than skin, it was as if I had only thin gauze bandages to shield me from everything I saw.

Whether the emotion is true or truly wished for, anytime anything resembling love comes my way, it makes a fool of me. It

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

And you know how it is with things that mean a lot to you. They get heavy. They drive you crazy. They make life worth living, they make life unliveable, you can't stay, you can't go, there's not enough tequila in all of Mexico to straighten out your mind, years go by and nothing ever changes. This face is one that will make you weak forever.

It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.