Quotes About Emotion

It was one of those moments when you can look in someone else's eyes and see your own reflection so sharp and true that it slices like glass.

Is anger always your go-to emotion?" he asked, sounding angry himself. "Yeah, it is, because anger will help me keep moving until the job is done. Sadness won't. Grief won't. Anxiety won't. All those touchy-feely emotions that are supposed to be what make us human or whole or whatever will cripple you in the middle of a battle.

I was suddenly overwhelmed with the knowledge that this was a moment to pay attention to: this day, this air, these two people. I felt the perfection of the moment and, inside of it, I felt its demise.

A moment of connection was compensation for the repetitive job of being alive.

He lifts one of my hands and raises it to his cheek, a gesture so tender and unexpected that my breath catches in my throat. I feel the blood rising to my cheeks, and I look down at my lap. I can't meet his eyes.

L'amore è bello ." Love is beautiful.

It's nice to see you." Stupid, silly, banal little words. Luca smiles, his dark blue eyes sparking. "Nice?" he says, and he starts to take off his shoes. "This is a very strong word in English, non è vero ?" "No," I say quickly. "It's not a strong word at all." "Oh, peccato ," he says cheerfully, which means "what a shame.

Se scorre un fiume dentro ad ogni cuore, arriveremo al mare prima o poi ," he says, looking down at me. "More Jovanotti," he adds, smiling, as he sees me staring at him in confusion. Jovanotti is Luca's favorite singer; he's quoted songs of his before to me. But I don't know this one. "'If a river runs inside every heart, we will arrive at the sea,'" he translates.

I think I'll always love him.

Jag kupade händerna om tändaren för att skydda lågan från vinden, och när min hud nuddade hans kände jag hur det fladdrade till i bröstet. Var det lust, kärlek eller bara ett tidigt tecken på lungcancer?

Her mother would be appalled, but she wouldn't say anything. She would just telegraph her distress with tightened lips and raised brows. She was good at that. Clemmie's mother's brows were better than sign language, complicated concepts conveyed with the minimum of movement.

This was what the poets couldn't put in their poetry, she thought dumbly, the rush of desire so fierce and pure it made one shake, all on the force of a word.

His look felt like a touch

Love. Such a mild term for such a destructive force.

That was the thing about polish. It might be pretty, but it was fundamentally obstructive, deflecting scrutiny, masking honest emotion. If she

myself in love with her,' he repeated

She flushed a becoming pink during the ceremony; her green eyes moistened and shimmered like the calm and prosperous ocean.

The pulsations of the arteries along my fingers pressing across hers, told her what was passing within me: she look'd down—a silence of some moments followed.

First, Whenever a man talks loudly against religion, always suspect that it is not his reason, but his passions, which have got the better of his creed.

Sözcükleri telaffuz ettiÄŸim anda, kalp bölgesinin civar?ndaki telleri titreÅŸtiren bir çaba hissedebiliyordum.-Beyin bunu kaydetmedi.-Zaten genellikle bu ikisi birbiriyle pek anlaÅŸamaz.

Ä°nsan hayat? nedir ki! Bir taraftan bir tarafa - bir kederden ötekine geçmek deÄŸil mi? - bir derdin üstüne kilit vurup - bir baÅŸkas?n? açmak!

Je weniger wirkliches Wissen, desto mehr Hitze und Aufregung.

Your eyes. It's a day's worth of work to look into them.

Love isn't rational, it's instinctive