Quotes About Emotion

Starlight, star bright, the first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight. I wish not to cry.

Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That's part of the risk. I don't want to be scared anymore

We drive in silence for a few minutes, and then, looking straight ahead, John says, "Did I even have a shot?" "I could fall in love with you so easily," I whisper. "I'm halfway there already." His Adam's apple bobs in his throat. "You're so perfect in my memory, and you're perfect now. It's like I dreamed you into being. Of all the boys, you're the one I would pick.

Alors pourquoi tu m'a embrassé ? demande-t-il. -Si je t'ai embrassé, c'est justement parce que je ne t'aimes pas, je lui explique, comme si ça tombait sous le sens.

What is it with girls and rain?

Being happy is more important than anything else.

She has no taste left to her and this makes it easier for me. The color of her where she is inside is enough to make me kill her.

WITH BLEEDING INSIDE THE HEAD THERE IS A METALLIC TASTE AT THE BACK OF THE THROAT.

She looked like a rabid raccoon... one who just found out her boyfriend was cheating on her and was royally pissed.

never wanted her to worry that his love could be swayed by a prettier face or a better offer, as if either could exist in this world. But he was not prone to flowery words and emotional speeches. He had cultivated neither,

Craziest thing I've done for love is getting married. I think it's crazy. I think it's crazy, crazy, crazy. I'm never going to say I wouldn't do it again but I have to make sure it's love and not settling for the 'I have to do this by a certain age ' which is kind of what I did.

How was it possible to hate him so much and still need him so much at the same time?

There is a picture of my mother holding me as a baby, a look of naked love on her face. For years, it embarrassed me. Now there is a picture of me with my daughter looking exactly the same way.

Do not believe that because you are a revolutionary you must feel sad.

We stayed at a cheap hotel that had a view out the window more beautiful than anything I'd ever seen. The water was wickedly blue. A cliff of dark rock jutted out of the sea. I wanted to cry because I was sure I would never get to be in such a place again.

At night, they lie in bed holding hands. It is possible if she is stealthy enough that the wife can do this while secretly giving the husband the finger.

It is so easy now for the wife to be patient and kind to the daughter. She will never love anyone or anything more. Never. It is official.

Hard to believe I used to think love was such a fragile business. Once when he was still young, I saw a bit of his scalp showing through his hair and I was afraid. But it was just a cowlick. Now sometimes it shows through for real, but I feel only tenderness.

Once when she was just learning to talk, I ran my hand across her face, naming every part of it. Later, when I put her in the crib, she called me back. First, she asked for water, then for milk, then for kisses. "It hurts. Don't go," she said. "What does? What hurts, sweetie?" She paused. "My eyelashes.

It is easy in retrospect to see why he'd want to go. There are two women who are furious at him. To make one happy, he must take the subway across town and arrive on her doorstep. To make the other happy, he must wear for some infinitely long period of time a hair shirt woven out of her own hair.

But the smell of her hair. The way she clasped her hand around my fingers. This was like medicine.

The wife watched her neighbor get fat over the next year. The Germans have a word for that. Kummerspeck. Literally, grief bacon.

Quiet in the cup. Hard to believe that isn't joy, the way it flies away when I fling it out the window.

But the smell of her hair. The way she clasped her hand around my fingers. This was like medicine. For once, I didn't have to think. The animal was ascendant.