Quotes About Emotion

You are confusing plumbing and love again.

All of life, I wanted to tell him, is in our minds. Where else does it take place, where else do we add up what it means to us and subtract what we have lost? An event is just an event until some person attaches meaning to it.

His cracked lips moved. Beloved. He couldn't say the word, but I knew it. And so did his Fool.

Do you do this because you live such short lives? Tell yourselves wild tales of what might happen tomorrow, and feel all the feelings of events that will never happen? Perhaps to make up for the pasts you cannot recall, you invent futures that will not exist.

You have been with me, as close as the tips of my fingers, even when we were years and seas apart. Your being was like the hum of a plucked string at the edge of my hearing, or a scent carried on a breeze. Did not you feel it so?

I found myself speaking softly as if I were telling an old tale to a young child. And giving it a happy ending, when all know that tales never end, and the happy ending is but a moment to catch one's breath before the next disaster.

Only my pain is more silent than my anger.

In the dead of night I stirred. Wakefulness flowed back into me. I was a cup full of sorrow, but that sorrow was stilled, like a pain that abates as long as one does not move.

Doing something stupid and reckless is not a better proof of your love than doing something measured and powerful.

How strange to be loved simply for who I was.

some secrets beg to be betrayed. The secret of undeclared love is like that.

Did you feel that?' I asked him. He smiled sadly. 'Fitz, I have never needed to touch you to feel that. It was always there. No limits.

I have to let you go,' he said in a cracked whisper. 'While I can. Leave me that, Fitz. That I broke the bond. That I did not take what was not mine.

To bond to any animal was to promise oneself that future pain

When you want a thing so badly for so long, and then it comes time to face that you cannot have it, sometimes—' 'Sometimes you can't believe it when it comes to you. Sometimes you're afraid to believe it. I understand your hesitation.

Even the homeliest girl secretly dreams that a man might fall in love with her inner spirit.

It is a heady thing to be suddenly proclaimed the center of someone's world

Some part of me knew that was important. That once it would have mattered terribly to me.

Men cannot grieve as dogs do.

For her part, she seemed totally unaware of how her eyes could meet mine and turn my tongue to leather in my mouth. No magic I possessed, no Skill, no Wit, was proof against the accidental touch of her hand against mine, nor could defend me against the awkwardness that overwhelmed me at the quirk of her smile.

Shame is not a good emotion for a man to feel. It makes him angry as often as it makes him sorry.

Hold the cat. You'll feel better. I don't think so. He rubbed against my leg insistently. Hold the cat. I don't want to hold the cat. He reared up suddenly on his hind legs, and hooked his vicious little front claws into both flesh and leggings. Don't talk back! Pick up the cat.

Isn't it strange how wise counsel can cool the hottest head? He made sense but my heart screamed protest.

She closed her mouth. The abruptness of the kiss and Tats's assumption that something had just changed between them took her breath away. She should have pushed him away.