Quotes About Emotion

Hopefully, when you are young, you discover something called love, which is really just another name for going home.

It is amazing to think of how little it takes to make a girl, of a certain age and artistic temperament, believe she is in love.

The blue of fear, the blue of sorrow.

His voice reminded me of poetry and sex.

You still cry too easily, but without your tears, at least, everything would burn.

From the time she is very young, all Plum wants is this: to be loved for who she is with complete and awesome devotion. She tries to dress herself the way she feels on the inside so that the love of her life will recognize her easily.

From the time she is very young, all Plum wants is this: to be loved for who she is with complete and awesome devotion. She tries to dress herself the way she feels inside so that the love of her life will recognize her easily.

Henry was right, we should have listened to him, Dad would sob.

It is our nature to be more moved by hope than fear.

I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.

Sweet is the death that taketh end by love.

He nodded and half smiled. Right-you're the hearts-and-flowers girl. Her cheeks warmed with anger. His smile didn't make up for his sarcasm. And you're the scorn-and-bile boy.

Humiliation, by the way, is a truly terrible emotion. It's at the bottom of the pile.

He loved her in a way he'd never come close to loving anything before.

Roger didn't feel like laughing anymore when Mrs. Patman fixed her icy gaze on him.

The air had that heightened energy, that guilty pleasure of tragedy.

Oh, God! It was Carl, the sad-looking, lonely hospital orderly.

Fifteen love,' Chris said in a strong, clear voice as he set up for his next serve, and Elizabeth sensed that in addition to announcing the score, he was sending her a special message. A message about love...

Love is strange" was what everyone said. It was practically the club motto.

Because the diary was not written in retrospect, it contains the trembling life of every moment.

is starting to happen between the two teenagers: "It gave me a queer feeling each time I looked into his deep blue eyes, and he sat there with that mysterious laugh playing round his lips…and with my whole heart I almost beseeched him: oh, tell me, what is going on inside you, oh, can't you look beyond this ridiculous chatter?

If he looks at me with those eyes that laugh and wink, then it's just as if a little light goes on inside me.

Stories aren't about things. Stories are things. Stories aren't about actions. Stories are, unto themselves, actions.

I don't want to fall in love with you,' she said, pushing away. 'why not?' 'because you'll just end up using it against me.