Quotes About Emotion

I loved you before I even knew I loved you, he told me once.

The world was not a fair place and nothing—not looks, not wealth, not love—was evenly distributed. He knew that, of course he did. Why did it never stop hurting?

Fear holds on. Love lets go. "Yes

She did love him, in that way that teenage girls love, like a lemming. Which is not love, of course.

How can you desire someone who hurts you? How can you miss him so much your body aches? Maybe not him, the man he actually was, but the man I thought he was. We cling to our ideas of people, don't we? We hold on tight even when all evidence points to something else.

Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

What a lot we lost when we stopped writing letters. You can't reread a phone call.

The thought of losing him again kills me. This is of course a figure of speech, I will remain alive, but I will not know happiness.

Then she leans forward, and before I have time to say or think another word, she's kissing me. And I'm kissing her, too. It starts almost in slow motion. Her lips, soft on mine, light little kisses, tiptoeing. Then she opens her mouth slightly, kissing me with more force. I keep thinking about how perfectly our mouths fit together. Her lips are so gentle, her tongue drawing me in. I'm losing myself in her.

What seems to be love beyond any question is usually a simple case of indigestion.

Children may not understand all that's happening below the surface of a story. It doesn't matter. Because even though they may not be able to define or verbalize it, they sense there's something more than meets the eye; on an almost subliminal level, they're aware of a richness of texture, or meaning and emotion -- a richness that, in a great book, is inexhaustible. And the child may well come back to it again and again, perhaps long after he's stopped being a child.

She has given you something of value: the truth in her heart.

Go back' Taran shouted at the top of his voice.'Have you lost your wits?' Eilonwy, for it was she, half-halted. She had tucked her plaited hair under a leather helmet. The Princess of Llyr smiled cheerfully at him. 'I understand you're upset,' she shouted back, 'but that's no cause to be rude.' She galloped on. For a time, Taran could not believe he had really seen her.

He wept because he was afraid now that he could not save Gabriel. He no longer cared about himself

I'm going to give you the memory of a rainbow.

an urge, a need, a passionate yearning to share the warmth with the one person left for him to love.

To sadden. To bloom. To bleed. What a strange set of words.

She smiles, and her eyes look as if they can see back into her memory, into all the things that have gone into making a person what they are.

Jonas felt a ripping sensation inside himself, the feeling of terrible pain clawing its way forward to emerge in a cry.

Why do some of us turn menacing?' she whispered.

Odd, she thought of him as her friend though in truth they had shared only one brief conversation.

It sure doesn't take long to start to love a kid.

I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me.

Do you know that I no longer see colors? Jonas's heart broke.