Quotes About Emotion

That's the curious thing about love, isn't it? It makes very ordinary things seem special. It makes them seem so much more valuable than they really are.

There's a difference, I think, between falling in love and knowing it.

She remembered love, though, and a feeling of warmth. It was like remembering light, or the glow that sometimes persists after a light has gone out.

has it ever occurred to people that love at first sight might be the rule rather than the exception? How many people fall in love gradually rather than on the first occasion they meet the other person?

You cannot make somebody love something. They must have love in their heart first.

The new lover, of a few weeks standing, may seem more precious than friends of decades.

Antonia was very conscious of the corrosive power of envy and felt that it was this emotion, more than any other, which lay behind human unhappiness. People did not realise how widespread envy was.

It is the onion, memory, that makes me cry," he said.

He said: What is patriotism but love of the food one ate as a child?

And food made with love, she thought, tasted better-everybody knew that. It just did.

When Emma was five, Mrs. Woodhouse died. Emma did not remember her mother. She remembered love, though, and a feeling of warmth. It was like remembering light, or the glow that sometimes persists after a light has gone out.

It was always a mistake, she thought, to dwell on the cause of one's anger.

But she realised that this was what anxiety was like—it knew no rhyme or reason; just as a fear of the dark cannot be assuaged by the pointing out that there was nothing there, anxiety could be without foundation.

she knew that this man, this mechanic, this fixer of machines with their broken hearts, did indeed love and admire her—was like walking in the sunshine;

Violins sang, brass crowed, while bassoons, she felt, rumbled according to a Richter scale all of their own. Charlie

There were times, she thought, when 'ah' said everything that needed to be said

But some of us cannot see love, she said to herself, even when it is there, right before us, asking us to invite it in.

All that I know is that he is sad in his heart...that is the place where his sadness is. Right there. And I do not think that is ever very easy to deal with sadness in that part of the body.

For once again she sensed that our heart is not always able to say what it wants to say and frequently has to content itself with less.

The glow left by the sun is like a good act done, she thought; or like love, which left the same warm signature behind it.

It was always the strongest men who were the first to cry, thought Mma Ramotswe. Some people said it was the other way round, but they were wrong, she told herself; they were simply wrong. (To the Land of Long Lost Friends)

There are many words for push, take, shove, carry, load, and no words for love, or happiness, or the sounds which birds make in the morning.

It was the beauty of the country before them that had done it. Scotland was a place of attenuated light, of fragility, of a beauty that broke the heart.

To lose your own language was like forgetting your mother, and as sad, in a way.