Quotes About Emotion

Art is pain. And so is life.

Now can you rate your pain for me on a scale of one to ten?" But I couldn't. It seemed so wrong to me then that there were only ten options, only ten types of pain. Because I'm pretty sure there are hundreds of types of pain in this world, maybe even thousands. And none of these are numbers on the same scale. They all hurt differently, and amounts have nothing to do with it. They all hurt too much, and not enough.

Sillage, I thought. The lingering impression of a kiss having ended.

They say your skin is the largest organ in your body, but I'd never really appreciated that before, the way his fingertips slowly tracing the curve of my jaw could travel down the entire length of my body, covering me in goose bumps. The way he could make me feel flushed with something that wasn't fever.

Art is Pain,' I said, mock-seriously. 'And so is life,' Charlie put in. 'Which makes life the art from which we are all afflicted.

She stared at me, this wonderful smile rising to her lips, and I don't know that if ever seen someone so beautiful.

Cassidy sat down next to me, her dress teasing me as it fluttered in the breeze.

There's a difference between missing someone and mourning them…Because that's all you can do in this world, no matter how strong the current beats against you, or how heavy your burden, or how tragic your love story. You keep going.

They were cold from her diet soda, and it was over in an instant. But she didn't move away. Instead, she sat down with her jeans touching mine and leaned her head on my shoulder. I could feel the flutter of her eyelashes against my neck with every blink, and we sat there for a while, breathing quietly together, listening to the thrum of traffic on University Drive and the gurgle of the creek.

Delete," he said. "I keep telling you." But I couldn't. Even though I wasn't sure what the point was anymore. No one kept in touch, they just kept up. And then, when they couldn't keep up anymore, they forgot. I

She rested her hand on my arm, and we walked toward the gazebo. 'Nope,' I said, steering her away. 'That's a sad place. We don't go there.

We'd sit down on one of those wooden benches and she'd tell me how she was sorry, and it had all been a mistake. But things like that never happen, except in really awful movies.

wasn't exactly crying, but it hurt like hell to swallow.

Think with your head and not your heart. Love with your heart and not your head.

perhaps the greatest poem ever written

They think they love, but they merely desire. They think they follow Jesus, but in fact, they merely admire him.

Love is not a contractual exchange. Love is given with no expectation of return. Love does not keep a ledger.

To love requires loving others and letting others love you.

These long years later it is worse for I remember what it was as well as what it might have been.

Love is a sweet thing caught a moment and held in a golden eye.

And if you loved my face as much as you love Christmas, I'd be safe from year to year. The same anticipation that you hold for holidays would smother me and glad I'd be to die so loved.

They say the opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference.

To claim that music is more important than oxygen would be trite and sentimental. It would also be true.

With my grandmother and Charlie, though, I experienced love as something tangible between myself and another human being. In the gently powerful presence of these two exceptional souls, love was made easy for my understanding. Love was the source of their ability to mesmerize me so completely.