Quotes About Emotion

she looked into the face of the soldier

Boy, said Anastasia, you know what I wish? I wish that everybody who loved each other would die at exactly the same time. Then nobody would ever have to miss anyone. Well, said her father slowly, it just doesn't work that way. It just doesn't seem to work that way very often.

Enorgullécete de tu dolor –le decía siempre su madre–. Eres más fuerte que aquellos que no sienten ninguno.

Her name was Rosemary, The Giver said.

It was a long time ago. Though it seems, sometimes, that most things that matter happened a long time ago, that is not really true. What is true is this: bu the time you realize how much something mattered, time has passed; by the time it stops hurting enough that you can tell about it, first to yourself, and finally to someone else, more time has passed; then, when you sit down to begin the telling, you have to begin this way: It was a long time ago.

It was so - oh, I wish language were more precise! The red was so beautiful!

He thrust his tongue into his cheek, wrinkled his nose and creased his forehead. He made a chortling sound.

Change means leaving things behind, and that's always sad -Gossamer

Jonas repeated it. "Love." It was a word and concept new to him.

There are only three weeks left, Matty. After the border closes it will be too late. She won't be allowed to come. You must bring her here before that happens. If you don't, Matty, I will never see her again. It always seems strange to me when you say 'see.' The blind man smiled. I see in my heart, Matty.

felt. Storm.

The rain made it seem as if the whole word was crying.

From across the room, Mama watched them

What did you perceive? The Giver asked. Warmth, Jonas replied

Her name was Rosemary," The Giver said.

still clutched Ellen's necklace. She looked down, and saw that she had imprinted

This evening he almost would have preferred to keep his feelings hidden. But it was, of course, against the rules.

Miles clutched Quinn's elbow. Don't Panic. I'm not panicking, Quinn observed, I'm watching you panic. It's more entertaining .

Poets speak of hope in ladies smiles, but give me a smirk any day, I say.

So in the physics of the heart, distance is relative; it's time that's absolute.

She took the story in like some strange, spiked gift, too fragile to drop, too painful to hold.

My Lord, we wish to resign. Her smile, confusingly, crept wider, as if she just said something delightful.

Fear is easy.  Joy is hard, said Des. Mm.

A stunning first impression was not the same thing as love at first sight. But surely it was an invitation to consider the matter.