Quotes About Emotion

Where Pierpont had the fortitude to confront Junius, Jack silently hoped for approval and leaned on his mother for emotional support.

Since money meant nothing to them, they had to stress the sentimental value of gifts.

Revenge, greed, resentment, envy, and patriotism made for an inflammatory mix.

Its couplets included these lines: "Before no mortal ever knew / A love like mine so tender, true…No joy unmixed my bosom warms / But when my angel's in my arms.

Tal como em seus primeiros poemas de amor juvenis em Santa Cruz, Hamilton era capaz de imaginar as jovens como deusas castas ou como megeras atrevidas. Talvez ele não soubesse ainda qual tipo preferia.

What a world of scarred emotion and secret grief Alexander Hamilton bore with him on the boat to Boston. He took his unhappy boyhood, tucked it away in a mental closet, and never opened the door again.

He stared into his eyes

He doesn't act on analysis.

Rockefeller was enormously gratified and touched by the warm, spontaneous enthusiasm of the students.

I'm doing this in love.

A low thrum in his gut. Love. What is the measure of such a thing? Love, or the word love, is like an elusive jungle bird that because it is so durable has thousands of mimics and camouflaged neighbors.

She carried the burn of the sun on her body. It was for all of those wasted, dull years.

attraction, that's the farthest thing from an idea. That's an urge, an impulse, a force. It's subconscious, physical. You can't make everything cerebral.

We both sat there mute, as if we were in a no-talking competition and serious about winning.

The most unbearable type of anger is a woman's—do anything to avoid it.

She closed her eyes and opened them a moment later, like she was erasing the conversation from her memory.

Always love or money. And it can't be love, because love makes you crazy, and this guy isn't crazy.

I want you to swallow your tongue. I want you to just gulp it down, real sudden, like it was an oyster.

chest, pressing damp cotton against her skin, the ball of his thumb down in her cleavage. Not a tender gesture.

A dream from the past, unconnected with reality, but absolutely defining the identity of the person involved.

No. My situation is not the same at all. It's like the difference between being alone and being lonely. Two separate, distinct things.

He said, "Come back," a little louder. She straightened up. He got the impression she was about to puke. He didn't want that. Not all over his good clothes. But he licked her ear one more time

No," Burke said. "Thank God." So

To be afraid of a survivable thing was irrational.