Quotes About Emotion

I wanted to tell her I loved her. I wanted to tell her things would be simple. I wanted to tell her the soft animal of my body wanted only the soft animal of hers. But instead, I let myself succumb to the warmth of her skin and the rhythm of her breath, slipping back into a half-sleep.

I ached and ached, but I didn't know what aching was, so I thought it was love. I wrote her I loved her. I wrote her to love me back. I wrote her I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was sorry for. But I felt it in the swell of my belly, full of apples and regret. Deep and primal. The first feeling I ever learned to name.

I kissed her on the top of her head and hoped that she knew that that meant I love you. She slid her arm around me, underneath my shirt, skin pressed to skin, and I knew that she meant I love you, too.

This is one of those times when explaining a feeling cannot measure up to actually having the feeling

He promised to love me. And for once in my life, I'm going to do the impractical, unwise, ill-advised thing. I'm going to make a decision based upon the feeling I have in my heart, and not what looks good on paper or makes anyone else happy. I'm going to do something for me, and I'll live with whatever Ciro brings into my life and be happy that I did.

Ciro took Enza's face in his hands. I have loved you all of my life. I was a boy who knew nothing, but when I met you, somehow I understood everything

When people are filled to the brim with love, they are their most beautiful.

Art makes the spirit soar. And when the spirit is lifted, life follows.

I have decided that love is only real and true when it makes you feel safe.

How can you quantify the moment when a person laughs, or when they cry, when they feel? You can't. It's the human experience.

Somewhere in my past, I learned that if you separate yourself, you don't get hurt. Pain can be avoided.

Will I?" "Grief is never as bad as it is when you first feel it. The trick is to walk with it. Make it a part of who you are. Don't rail against it.

A cold sentiment deserved a frigid end.

There wasn't time for artifice; their connection was the destination, not the dance that preceded it.

I only wish I had more of myself to give; somehow my heart does not seem big enough to hold what I feel for him.

Nothing like the theater to bring out the claws and pepper in people.

Grief doesn't hit and run; it stays. and sometimes for a very long time.

still miss my mother. Isn't it funny? You forget plenty, but never your mother.

woman, Lucia. Listen to me. A woman is not like a man. She doesn't get to choose. She follows her heart, and that's what makes the map

I don't wanna close my eyes, I don't want to fall asleep cause I miss you and I don't wanna miss a thing.

We should know what is true before we break our rage.

My heart's a dance of fear.

I put men first in pity, then found there was none left for me.

Break, heart; flow, tears, for-ever.