Quotes About Emotion

Love/absence of mind - they're easily confused.

But no, I used all my brave up.

I seem to have stumbled onto love, like a pothole in the night.

Happiness as un-pin-downable as a louse: you feel the tickle of its passage but your fingers close on nothing.

Keep your heart infinitesimally small and sorrow will never spy it, never plunge, never flap away with your heart in her claws.

Well, they don't make their music just to pass the time," says Jenny, grinning. "Got to want something to sing about it, no?

She wants to slap everyone today, to pick up the whole sweat-slick City and punch its lights out.

I think the sea's just rain and salt." "Ever taste a tear?" asks Grandma. "Yeah." "Well, that's the same as the sea." I still don't want to walk in it if it's tears.

Ma's in Room still, I want her here so much much much.

She was with Jude so rarely that when she was, every cell of her body rang with grateful knowledge of it.

Hang on, here's the Beatles, there's an oldie you might like from about fifty years ago,' she says, 'All You Need Is Love.' I'm confused. 'Don't persons need food and stuff?' 'Yeah, but all that's no good if you don't have somebody to love as well'...

I'd actually rather not have you thinking about that stuff every time you look at me, OK? There's more tears rolling down Grandma. Sweetie, she says, all I think when I look at you is hallelujah.

Neither of us mentioned the kissing, so as not to burst the bubble by touching it. So as not to think about what it meant for the two of us to kiss.

Keep your heart infinitesimally small, and sorrow will never spy it...

Your own love story? Your paramour may have had lovers before you. But no one has ever loved him the way you do. No one has ever heard music. Not the way you hear it. The songs are beautiful vampires, asleep in your iPod, coming alive at night, aglow. You can have them on your hours, yours to conduct. Music shapes us and we shape it.

at least my face moves when you look at it. At least I know I'm a fool.

No one knows we're there, no one sees us. We never leave the room. I think about the secret voice you use when you make love. No one but that person will ever hear it. And here, we listen to each other, but we lock it in with touch, and the room vacuum seals it to stay fresh until we can breathe together again. When he breaks the silence it is to say, I want you to know that, when you get pregnant, nothing is going to change except your dress size.

Accepting the presidency, Barack introduces my best friend of sixteen years, the love of my life, Michelle Obama and I think I will pass out. That, right there, is love in action.

Love needs no protection; it is its own protection. So long as love begets life no child is deserted, or hungry, or famished for the want of affection. I know this to be true.

Man has bought brains, but all the millions in the world have failed to buy love. Man has subdued bodies, but all the power on earth has been unable to subdue love. Man has conquered whole nations, but all his armies could not conquer love. …Love has the magic power to make of a beggar a king. Yes, love is free; it can dwell in no other atmosphere. In freedom it gives itself unreservedly, abundantly, completely.

Horror. I can't manage it. I become--well--horrified. Self-help books have a similar effect. When asked, Any literary genre you simply can't be bothered with? - (By the Book: Writers on Literature and the Literary Life from the NYT Book Review, by Pamela Paul)

El poder de los jefes reside en la tristeza de los disciplinados.

go off the deep end

C'est terrible