Quotes About Emotion

If my heart were a compass, you'd be North.

If you were closer, I'd slap you, she said. Let me help, I replied, and stepped closer. She promptly slapped me, which surprised me only a little. We glared at each other in the near dark, and then she looked away. I'm sorry I slapped you, she said. That's all right. I quite enjoyed it.

I wish it had been my heart.

It was surprising to him, how quickly she could fall asleep.

He took possession of my lips even before the last word left my mouth, taking them, tasting them. Claiming them in a way that was all male, all possession, all desire. No one had ever kissed me like that. No one.

That they wanted to be anywhere but here was obvious—and something I could totally understand.

His mouth tilted and his eyes twinkled. I knew it. One look into yer eyes and I could fall at yet feet.

You don't believe in love?" Connor grimaced as if he'd been poked with a spear. Oh, he believed in love all right. Love was a bitch.

Amore." Giacomo pressed a hand against his heart. "How we suffer for it.

Kerrelyn Sparks

If the story is unflattering and the feeling is anger, adrenaline kicks in. Under the influence of adrenaline, blood leaves our brains to help support our genetically engineered response of "fight or flight," and we end up thinking with the brain of a reptile. We say and do dim-witted things.

Storytelling typically happens blindly fast. When we believe we're at risk, we tell ourselves a story so quickly that we don't even know that we're doing it.

this is the first principle of dialogue—Start with Heart. That is, your own heart. If you can't get yourself right, you'll have a hard time getting dialogue right.

What is this intermediate step? Just after we observe what others do and just before we feel some emotion about it, we tell ourselves a story. We add meaning to the action we observed. We make a guess at the motive driving the behavior. Why were they doing that? We also add judgment—is that good or bad? And then, based on these thoughts or stories, our body responds with an emotion.

we do know one thing for certain: Skilled people Start with Heart. That is, they begin high-risk discussions with the right motives, and they stay focused no matter what happens.

You're back." "Girl"—he reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear—"you're that good a kisser.

But why did he remember only the things in life that had hurt him? Why couldn't he remember the things that had given him joy or caused him to smile: the jokes he had heard, the songs that had made him lift his arms in the air, the people who had loved him, whose cheeks he had touched with his fingers?

He didn't say a word, but he grew coldly, murderously furious.

Why do my movies make people feel so dead inside?

She smiled and

She had just killed a man and Dan wanted to kiss her, and in those two facts, ironically, lay the difference that would probably always remain between them.

I'm so afraid. Because I'm so profoundly happy. Happiness like this is frightening...They only let you this happy if they're preparing to take something from you.

I didn't remember what month that was, or what year even. I only knew the memory lived in me, a perfectly encapsulated morsel of a good past, a brushstroke of color on the gray, barren canvas that our lives had become.

People…shouldn't be allowed to have new children if they'd already given away all their love to their old ones. It wasn't fair.