Quotes About Emotion

Within ten minutes of meeting, we'd exchanged love letters from the corners of our eyes.

To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.

I believe that only poetry counts ... A great novelist is first of all a great poet.

She was surprised to find that something from deep down in herself welled into her eyes and burned her cheeks: a few poor tears shed by one who never cried!

Il giorno in cui voi non brucerete più d'amore, molti altri moriranno di freddo.

Oh, how she did love that queer, common boy!

I know you by heart. You are inside my heart.

Sara...looked long and hard at his face. 'Are you learning me by heart, little Sara?' he said... 'No,' she answered. 'I know you by heart. You are inside my heart.

It was a mere matter of seeing common things together and exchanging common speech concerning them, but each was so strongly conscious of the other that no sentence could seem wholly impersonal. There are times when the whole world is personal to a mood whose intensity seems a reason for all things. Words are of small moment when the mere sound of a voice makes an unreasonable joy.

She had not expected him to remember her at all and her hard little heart grew quite warm.

Nothing is more interesting than repressed emotion. The appearance of sardonic coldness and stoicism which has deceived you is but a hollow mockery; beneath it I secrete a maelstrom of impassioned feeling and a mausoleum of blighted hopes.

so red, indeed, that she almost looked as if tears were coming into her poor, dull, childish eyes;

And the sun fell warm upon his face like a hand with a lovely touch.

Everything's a story — You are a story — I am a story.

into a passion and beat and kicked her, she looked only

Sara put her hand up to her forehead, and her mouth trembled. She spoke as if she were in a dream. And I was at Miss Minchin's all the while, she half whispered. Just on the other side of the wall.

To hear this pretty childish voice speaking his own language so simply and charmingly made him feel almost as if he were in his native land - which on dark, foggy days in London sometimes seemed worlds away.

Just as that moment her torn heart swelled within her.

Just at that moment her torn heart swelled within her.

You are inside my heart.

He had known it before in a way, he had hoped it and felt it and thought about it, but just at that minute something had rushed all through him—a sort of rapturous belief and realization, and it had been so strong that he could not help calling out. 'I'm well…

Are you learning me by heart, little Sara? he said, stroking her hair. No, she answered. I know you by heart. You are inside my heart

And kissed her trembling honest mouth almost as if he had been a man—not quite—but almost.

her chest began to rise and fall with a quickening of her breath, and her breath quickened because her heart fluttered—as if with her haste.