Quotes About Emotion

Lion had to kiss her then and there, even though when he kissed her he felt as though he were swallowing her sadness.

The season I haunted Dreamland was the same summer I borrowed Maureen's copy of Jane Eyre. I wanted to read it for myself so that I might understand the depth of Mr. Morris's passion for this tale. Maureen said I could only have access to the volume when I was with her, for she was so protective of the book she kept it wrapped in brown paper to shield its cover.

Where did he take you?" she asked. She had wanted to ask this question for four years. It had taken that long for the words to come out. Some words drew blood, they cut your tongue, they made you know things you couldn't unknow.

her soul was in her mouth, ready to escape as a puff of air

Remember one thing," Hannah told Maria. "Always love someone who will love you back.

Would you like to have a brother? By now Melek knew much of our language. I would like to have you, he told me. I laughed, but the laughter sounded sharp, like a rock against the both of us, or an arrow, one that could indeed pierce through flesh. I know I can't. So instead I'll have a brother.

Love begins in curious ways, in daylight or in darkness, when you are in search of it or when you least expect to find it.

That was how you knew love. My mother had told me that. All you had to do as imagine your life without the other person, and if the thought alone made you shiver, then you knew.

She has never told anyone, but she knew as soon as she saw him that she'd marry Ivan. It was less love at first sight than some deep knowledge that he was the man she would someday fall in love with.

Is it the man you want, or the feeling inside you when someone cares?

Once I saw him crying over a deer a hunter had shot and left to die. I was stunned to see my strong father cry. But now if he were here, he would tell me that real strength has no boundaries. The more you feel, the stronger you are, I hear him say to me.

When your father doesn't love you, a stone forms inside of you, hard and sharp enough to pierce through bone.

She had fallen under water, under a spell, in love with love.

Was this what love did? Make you so grateful for a word or two that you'd practically beg for such things to be said?

If you are loved, you never lose the person who loved you. You carry them with you all your life. They were with her as she ran.

So often love was invisible; sometimes only two people could see it, and everyone else was blind.

How love could change a person, how it could cause you the greatest sorrow or shelter you from harm.

She had the ability to spot a liar, except for the lies spoken by someone she loved. That's what had caught her up; she'd been distracted by love, which seemed, at least at the time, to be the truest thing in the world.

some things you carry around inside you as though they were part of your blood and bones, and when that happens, there's nothing you can do to forget.

And then I realized what love did. It changed your whole world. Even when you didn't want it to.

love was never a regret.

I told you not to park there," some woman would say to her husband outside a movie theater or a flea market, and those words would move Gillian to tears. How wonderful to say whatever you wanted without having to go over it in your mind, again and again, to make certain it wouldn't set him off.

She acted as though I were a stranger when I appeared. "Did you want something?" she would ask. Yes, I felt like saying. A mother.

Love was contagious, it passed from soul to soul, it woke a person up and shook her even when she wanted to be left alone.