Quotes About Emotion

Owen had come along and I had fallen in love with him. I had not known then that it is not necessary to marry every man one loves. I know it now. Now I realize that it is marriage which is the great temptation for a woman, and that one can, and perhaps should, resist

Some time ago she had tried to substitute irony for longing, and had almost succeeded. That was why this alternative life so nearly appealed to her.

I, who found it so difficult to shed my beady isolation, must in fact never appear to be lonely.

As she slid into sleep one fact remained with her, a fact that would not be dismissed. When he had held her in his arms, and moved into her, she had felt nothing, even though she was aware of his arousal. That would be the way of it now.

That instant proved to me that it was not the first, almost unemotional, sighting of a potential lover that was significant, but the second, the moment not of recognition but of confirmation, so that every other consideration is irrelevant, as if it might have mattered at some point in the past but no longer had any currency in the charged wordless exchange that seals the matter for ever, regardless of the dangers thus incurred and whatever the cost.

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy, but it is very rare because most people are strategists

They never looked at anyone else, only at each other, with an expression that halted me. It was tender, loving, yes, but in an inhuman way, so intense. Divine, I felt. Or insane.

Love is never as ferocious as when you think it's going to leave you.

To be relieved of love, she thought, was to give up a terrible burden.

That I have no right to be jealous is irrelevant. It is a human passion: the sick, white underbelly of love.

some people fall in love over and over again while some people can only do it once.

She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.

Intimacy requires courage because risk is inescapable.

When Fran had died and people had shared their own stories of grieving he'd wanted to hit them, to scream, I don't care if someone close to you died. Don't use my tragedy to wallow in your own. You cannot come close to knowing how I feel.

Mary hadn't said a word. She'd seemed frozen. It had been as if she were holding her breath.

She'd managed photographers who could make grown men cry, but Mrs Henry made her feel like a nervy six-year-old.

He expected a blast of Vera's famous sarcasm, but none came. Instead she stopped moving and leaned against a desk. He had a sudden image of an enormous sea-lion stranded on a rock.

But Patty thought Vera couldn't really know, because she couldn't imagine the big woman giving up her independence for anyone. And anyway she was strong, not needy like Patty. Not desperate to be loved back.

Alicia was close to tears and wanted to sit on the empty platform and cry in peace.

Emotionally incontinent. A phrase he'd picked up from somewhere. It was the sort of thing Sarah might have said. Horrible but probably appropriate. He leaked unsuitable affection.

She could make no more demands. He wasn't sure whether the thought pleased or dismayed him.

I do love Westerns. But, in a way, traditional Westerns, for me, have been hard to love viscerally and personally.

If you get rid of emotion for a minute and think about the threat of terrorism statistically, it's not even there. The probability that you will slip on a wet floor in your bathroom and die is a thousand times higher than the probability of you dying as a result of terrorism.