Quotes About Emotion

Anger is a big part of that formula, for passion is anger and love combined.

I blurted out, nearly in tears.

We stared at each other, communicating through our eyes.

Yeah, tell me I'm a bottle of single malt scotch, she thought. That's the way to my heart.

Is it Rilla-my-Rilla?' he asked, meaningly. Emotion shook rilla from head to foot. Joy-happiness-sorrow-fear. every passion that had wrung her heart in those four long years seemed to surge up in her soul for a moment as the deeps of being were stirred. She had tried to speak; at first voice would not come. THen 'Yeth' said Rilla.

I love dancing. I haven't danced since I was sixteen—but I love it. The music seems to run through my veins like quicksilver and I forget everything–everything except the delight of keeping time to it. There isn't any floor beneath me, or walls about me, or roof over me—I'm floating amid the stars.

Gilbert, I'm afraid I'm scandalously in love with you.

Red hair is my life long sorrow.

Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?

A girl who would fall in love so easily or want a man to love her so easily would probably get over it just as quickly, very little the worse for wear. On the contrary, a girl who would take love seriously would probably be a good while finding herself in love and would require something beyond mere friendly attentions from a man before she would think of him in that light.

Snow in April is abominable, said Anne. Like a slap in the face when you expected a kiss.

Tears don't hurt like the ache does.

She looks just as music sounds, I think,' answered Anne.

The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.

It's so much more romantic to end a story up with a funeral than a wedding.

I'm in the depths of despair! (Anne of Green Gables)

You are the only person who loves me in the world, said Elizabeth. When you talk to me I smell violets.

Don't try to write anything you can't feel - it will be a failure - 'echoes nothing worth

Rilla's heart skipped a beat - or, if that be a pysiological impossibility, she thought it did.

Isn't it terrible the way some unworthy folks are loved, while others that deserve it far more, you'd think, never get much affection?

the Lake of Shining Waters was blue — blue — blue; not the changeful blue of spring, nor the pale azure of summer, but a clear, steadfast, serene blue, as if the water were past all modes and tenses of emotion and had settled down to a tranquillity unbroken by fickle dreams.

Oh, Marilla, I thought I was happy before. Now I know that I just dreamed a pleasant dream of happiness. This is the reality.

Do you know, Gilbert, there are times when I strongly suspect that I love you!

At that moment Marilla had a revelation. In the sudden stab of fear that pierced her very heart she realized what Anne had come to mean to her. She would have admitted that she liked Anne--nay, that she was very fond of Anne. But now she knew as she hurried wildly down the slope that Anne was dearer to her than anything else on earth