Quotes About Emotion

He could no more describe the feeling he got from her than you can describe a smell. It's like the scorch of electricity. It's like burnt kernels of wheat. No, it's like a bitter orange. I give up.

Half my concern in love became how to disguise love, to make it harmless and merry.

Something that could not easily bu put into words and indeed might never be.

Children use that word hate to mean various things. It may mean that they are frightened...It is not physical harm that is feared...so much as some spell, or dark intention. It is a feeling you can have when you are very young even about certain house faces, or tree trunks, or very much about moldy cellars or deep closets.

How can you get your finger on it, feel that life beating? It was more a torment than a comfort to think about this, because I couldn't get hold of it at all. I

E, ainda assim, uma euforia. A euforia indizível que se sente quando um desastre galopante guarda a promessa de libertar a pessoa de toda a responsabilidade de sua própria vida.

I am a woman of violent contradiction.

I have a feeling that is so hard to describe. It's like a boiled egg in my chest, with the shell left on.

The outside air had altered her mood, from an unsettled elation to something within reach of embarrassment, even shame.

How am I supposed to know? She just wants to do it. You wait. You'll see. She'll get you over there bawling and whining about what a bastard I am. One of these days.

She would have said that love was hocus-pocus, a deception, and she believed that. But at the prospect she still felt a hush, a flutter along the nerves, a bowing down of sense, a flagrant postration

She smiled at me with such merriment of recognition, and such a yearning to be recognised in return, that you would think this was a moment granted to her when she was let out of the shadows for one day in a thousand.

This is his burden- it never occurs to him to call it love.

The thing that was your bright treasure. You don't think about it. A loss you could not contemplate at one time, and now it becomes something you can barely remember

There's the intelligent sort of love that makes an intelligent choice. That's the kind you're supposed to get married on. Then there's the kind that's anything but intelligent, that's like a possession. And that's the one everybody really values." (Hard-Luck Stories)

Nothing changes really about love.

She ached in expected and unexpected places.

Demasiada felicidad

Hey, Ocean Eyes," my father said. "Where'd you go on us?

There was one thing my murderer didn't understand; he didn't understand how much a father could love his child.

Who would have thought something that happened that long ago could have such power?

You could not be filled with hate and be beautiful. Like any other girl, I wanted to be beautiful. But I was filled with hate.

Do you miss Susie? Because it was dark, because Ruth was facing away from her,because Ruth was almost a stranger, Lindsey said what she felt. More than anyone will ever know.

There was our father, the heart we knew held all of us. Held us heavily and desperately, the doors of his heart opening and closing with the rapidity of stops on an instrument, the quiet felt closures, the ghostly fingering, practice and practice and then, incredibly, sound and melody and warmth.