Quotes About Emotion

She placed a hand over her heart. "I feel the love. It's there when I glance at you, when you smile at me, when you touch me." She patted her chest. "I can feel it each and every time, and sometimes it's just there for no particular reason at all.

He said the one thing that was the truth. "I love you, Emma, I will always love you.

So what are you saying?" he asked. "That we'd be crazy if we don't try again. That you are good for me, Will Doniger. You've proven it again and again." He hesitated before he turned to me, words hovering on his lips. "Tell me," I said. "What are you thinking?" "That I love you, Rose. I have for a while." I stopped breathing. "Me too. I love you, too.

My love for Addie is terrifying, a perpetual state of vertigo, an ongoing condition of living on the edge of an abyss.

Was he going to ask me to go with him? Maybe I was getting ahead of myself and he was just making conversation. Oh, why was talking to a boy so fraught with complication?

I would work my way toward the Rose from before, who laughed often, who felt things so deeply, who could move through the world brimming with feeling and emotion.

I don't need again to learn the bitter lesson that everything I love is a flame between two fingers, no act undone, no word unsaid.

This is the new psychosocial theory of everything: our early emotional stories determine the body and brain's operating system and how well they will be able to guard our optimal physical and emotional health all of our adult lives.

Words spoken in pain could be far crueler than the speaker really intended. -Bound

What do you wear for a man who kissed you like he was making babies?

What makes you think I didn't really mean no?" "Well, for one, you're awfully worked up over the guy. In that she-doth-protest-too-much kind of way.

Her mask gave no sign of how this affected her.

There's nothing like falling into a satisfied sleep after you've had a man inside you two or three times. There's no substitute for that kind of man-to-woman connection.

When she went limp in his arms, her surrender calmed him a bit. He kissed her more softly then, but still desperately.

if a painting really works down in your heart and changes the way you see, and think, and feel, you don't think, 'oh, I love this picture because it's universal.' 'I love this painting because it speaks to all mankind.' That's not the reason anyone loves a piece of art. It's a secret whisper from an alleyway. Psst, you. Hey kid. Yes you.

Why, she wondered, do we always reserve our worst hatred for our own?

It was a child's awareness, never spoken or even fully acknowledged, but deeply felt.

I never smile unless I mean it.

In time, she eased into sleep, and her head rested against the plane of his shoulder. He held her and wondered that such a simple intimacy between a man and woman could mean so much.

Seine Knochen schmerzten. Keiner hat ihm gesagt, dass Trauer ein Schmerz in den Knochen ist, in jeder Zelle des Körpers.

The Dancer believes that his art has something to say which cannot be expressed in words or in any other way than by dancing.

Those who knew Lincoln described him as an extraordinarily funny man. Humor was an essential aspect of his temperament. He laughed, he explained, so he did not weep.

It isn't only the terror everywhere, and the fear of being conscious of it, that freezes people. It's more than that. People know they are in a society dead or dying. They are refusing emotion because at the end of every emotion are property, money, power. They work and despise their work, and so freeze themselves.

When there's a war, people get married.