Quotes About Emotion

He felt as though his capacity for loving had been blunted, the nerve endings severed.

Now the sound of her voice, and her laughter, acted on him as it usually did, by making everything seem fractionally less awful.

Why did the memory of innocence sting so much, as you got older? Why did the memory of the child who'd thought she was invulnerable, who'd never known cruelty, give her more pain than pleasure?

Oh," said Tansy. The monosyllable contained equal parts of surprise and disdain.

Had she learned how to compose her face into its most photogenic arrangement, to project emotion so beautifully? Or had she simply been a pellucid surface through which her feelings naturally shone?

Robert Galbraith

Jacobean revenge tragedies,

The roar of the crowd had thundered through both fighters' veins like a second pulse. Strike

but somehow, with the wind and rain whipping around them, an air of the confessional had descended upon the house.

Except that, almost against his will, he did care about Robin.

BUNSEN!" shouted Shanker excitedly, making Strike jump.

it is hard to throw off long-established love: Hard, but this you must manage somehow…

Am I evil? . . . I used to think I couldn't be, because you loved me

Tis a strange mystery, the power of words! Life is in them, and death. A word can send The crimson colour hurrying to the cheek, Hurrying with many meanings, or can turn The current cold and deadly to the heart.

Robin's personal experience of the wilder shores of sexual adventurousness was non-existent. She'd only ever had one sexual partner and had reasons beyond the usual for wishing to trust the person with whom she went to bed.

When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever – Sylvia Plath

As always, he found her better-looking in the flesh than in the memory he had of her when not present. This

Look me in the eye and tell me you've loved anyone, since, like you loved me." "No I haven't," he said, "and thank fuck for that.

She hung up. Strike's dominant emotion was relief.

Was she to spend every holiday, for the rest of her life, wondering whether she was in love with Cormoran Strike?

We used to laugh till we cried. I've never laughed like that since.

And he was her very first and it was obvious, you know . . . he knew what he was doing, so it was all that much more important to her. Mad in love, she was. Mad .

She raised a hand to her face purely for the purpose of hiding it. She felt suddenly and perilously close to tears.

Strike hated the memory of these fantasies more than he hated remembering the pain caused by their eternal unfulfillment . . .