Quotes About Emotion

And telling you I care about you is a waste of time. I wouldn't have crossed the ocean, come out of hiding, tracked you down, if you didn't matter to me.

He pulled her back, off balance so that she fell against him, and he took her face in his two hands and held it very still while his eyes looked down into hers. Somber, truthful, painfully honest. "I love you, Chloe," he said. "Which is the most dangerous thing I could do.

She raised her head finally. He looked the same, but then, he always did. She'd seem him kill twice, and he betrayed no reaction at all. He was a monster, not even human. But he was her monster...

Jesus, woman!" he snapped. "When did we have to become Romeo and Juliet?

You cannot touch love . . . But you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything.

Bravest thing about people is how they go on loving mortal beings after finding out there's such a thing as dying.

It's a plié. You do it on all the positions. It's very good for dramatic moments.

There are differences between facts and truths. Facts are something you now in your brain; truths are things you know in your heart.

Something rose in Oscar's chest, like a flower blossoming all at once. It grew until it filled him and threatened to spill over everywhere. The words [he] spoke touched a longing so deep Oscar hadn't even known it was there.

School was very easy, it turned out, if you just disconnected your heart.

er kann sich nicht entscheiden und er muss. Am Ende lässt er seine Kinder mit ihr ziehen, er bleibt zurück [...]. Die Tür hat sich hinter den dreien längst geschlossen, da steht er noch und möchte weinen weinen weinen, und wir, wir stehen in der fernen Zeit und stehen und finden keinen Satz und keinen Vers und keine Zeile, die etwas andres möchte als zu stehen mit ihm und zu weinen.

Believe this," he whispered, and kissed her with the sharp, sleek kiss, the silver kiss, so swift and true, and razor sharp, and her warmth was flowing into him.

Her screams, as always, were silent.

Being an artist means forever healing your own wounds and at the same time endlessly exposing them.

People love pretty much the same things best. A writer looking for subjects inquires not after what he loves best, but after what he alone loves at all.

In fact, losing feels about two times as bad to us as winning feels good to us.

And the effect is stronger the more the ticket costs. Imagine if, instead of $95, you had spent $150 or $250 or $500. As the price tag grows, so does the effect of sunk costs.

Si je ne les écris pas, les choses ne sont pas allées jusqu'à leur terme, elles ont été seulement vécues.

Tout ce qui touche au langage est dans mon souvenir motif de rancœur et de chicanes douloureuses, bien plus que l'argent.

Depuis des années, je tourne autour de cet événement de ma vie. Lire dans un roman le récit d'un avortement me plonge dans un saisissement sans images ni pensées, comme si les mots se changeaient instantanément en sensation violente. De la même façon, entendre par hasard La javanaise, J'ai la mémoire qui flanche, n'importe quelle chanson qui m'a accompagnée durant cette période, me bouleverse.

Neither of us had mentioned the word abortion, not even once. This thing had no place in language.

Quite often I would write down on a sheet of paper the date, the time, and "he's going to come," along with other sentences, fears—that he might not come, that he might not feel the same desire for me.

Que signifie depuis le début, Leningrad, le désir de faire l'amour dans le noir ? Il ferme aussi toujours les yeux. Sauf quand je lui caresse le sexe avec ma bouche, il se soulève pour voir, si je lève les yeux, il détourne les siens aussitôt. Est-ce cela la honte, le refoulement

Je voyais, de plus, que mon intuition avait dû être juste : c'est à la mi-mai que « quelque chose » s'est passé (de même que quelque chose a eu lieu vers la fin novembre), le détachant définitivement de moi.