Quotes About Emotion

When a person goes into a relationship emotionally needy, they are not going to have discernment in choosing people.

There's no better feeling than looking into a dog's eyes. It's like they fetch all the love you can possibly throw out and then give it back to you. That, and they know all your secrets." -Ari

In that instant Marian was swept up by the need to touch him, to reach out and press flesh to flesh, finger to finger; to close her hand on his arm so she could feel the warmth and vigor beneath the tunic sleeve. She wanted to know without question he was living, breathing, and hers.

yellow is meant to be a happy color, not the color of hate.

No one acknowledges the reasons behind my wrath, only that I am angry.

Because sex, good sex, involves a person's soul." What

Listen to your heart, because in the end it is your heart that matters.

you really got to do it--it's like you don't know what love is until you have a kid.

This is motherhood for you,' said my own mother. 'Going through life with your heart outside your body.

She loves him with a love that sees no flaws, find no fault, knows no bounds... Oh God, please don't let her hurt too badly and, please, never, never let me love like that.

A woman in love—a woman loved properly in return—wears her happiness in her eyes, on her cheeks, on her lips, wears it like an invisible garment, a glorious garment that gives her an aura everyone can see.

It was the particular feel of him that made me want to go back: everything that is said is said underneath, where, if it does matter, to acknowledge it is to let on to your embarrassment. That I love you makes me want to run and hide.

That I love you makes me want to run and hide.

I only said I loved you in my poetry.

Fine," he said. He reached up and cupped my face in both his hands. "We don't have to talk." And that's when he kissed me. On the lips.

She had handed him her heart in her hands without truly knowing whether this quiet, enclosed man could be trusted with it. But it had gone; it had flown from her as if it had always been his, regardless of what he wanted to do with it.

If you can't enjoy having a motherfucking baby with the motherfucking woman you love, fuck you, son. And also. Fuck you.

The Heart Shattered Glass

Each member of the family shipwrecked on their own island of grief.

Books were the best way Nina knew – apart from, sometimes, music – to breach the barrier; to connect the internal universe with the external, the words acting merely as a conduit between the two worlds.

She's home. That's all. That's true love, I can't explain it any better than that.

If there's a corner where you plant your heart, it's always with you.

I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.

I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do. So don't you dare tell me I don't. Don't you ever say it again!