Quotes About Emotion

He would not question Barretto's love, since to know Jenny is to love Jenny; it's a universal truth

It scarcely made a column of newspaper space, but it wrote headlines in their lives.

Tu trouves ça normal, Scrofa, d'habiter un monde où c'est la colère qui te rend vivant ?

It had swept him, he said, "into a dream from which I did not recover for months.

Upon learning that Hall was the man who had invented the typewriter she used so often, the girl put her arms around his neck and gave him a huge hug and kiss. Forever afterward, whenever Hall told this story of how he met Helen Keller, tears would fill his eyes.

It was as if a load had suddenly been lifted from the German soul. The sense of relief could almost be felt in the air. Papen had put into words what thousands upon thousands of his countrymen had locked up in their hearts for fear of the awful penalties of speech.

Back in America, true to her nature if not to Boris, Martha met and promptly fell in love with a new man

She lapsed into "melancholia," a sweet name for depression.

love dies slowly with me, if at all

Oh tais-toi mon coeur." ("Be quiet, my heart.")

I have never written a note I didn't mean.

Sadness was the dowry Jill had brought to her marriage with my father.

I still wasn't convinced that tossing a shoe didn't mean you harbored an anger-management problem, but I did understand love now. How it wrapped around you and made you more aware of the prickles on your skin, the roots of your hair, the intensity of every touch and every inch of you. It was like life on hi-def. Everything was sharper.

Angel? he whispered in the dark. Yes? What does it feel like to love someone? A lump caught in my throat and I lightly ran my fingers down his bare arm. It feels like this. That's what I thought. -Erin McCarthy/The Coming Dark

Then he was forming letters again, one at a time on her back, while Laurel clung to him, full of heart and body, still joined to him intimately. Wanting his words, needing them, moved profoundly by them. I love you. One letter after the other, until they were all there, telling her everything she needed to know here in the dark.

What are you looking at? The woman I love. With all his heart and soul. Reese looked over her shoulder. Where? I don't see any one. Then she laughed, hitting the glass table with the palm of her hand.

Jess? Yeah? Would you be okay with it if I fell in love with you? My hear squeezed and I paused, my mouth a hairbreadth from his as I took in his words, as if I could breathe them into my mouth, my heart, my soul. Yeah, I whispered. I'd be very okay with it.

I love you," he murmured. My heart swelled in appreciation the way it always did when he shared his feelings. "I love you, too.

You have eyes that hold me so tightly I could fight for the rest of my life and I'll never escape.

Laugh now, cry later.

A few minutes of fear, a few seconds of anguish, and it is over.

And you'll always love me won't you? Yes And the rain won't make any difference? No

My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way.

I am always in love.