Quotes About Emotion

El amor-fantasía, es mucho mejor que el amor-realidad.

I wonder if it's possible to have a love affair that lasts forever. If you're married for 30 years and you're making breakfast for the one you love and and he walks in, does your heart skip a beat? Anyway, it's nice to have a little breakfast made for you

People should fall in love with their eyes closed. Just close your eyes. Don't look.

There is a scream of the mouth and lungs, and a scream of the eyes and soul. If the former gets no response, the latter begins.

Sometimes it is the ones we love the most are what we value the most.

Si jamás te tocara, qué profunda extrañeza de su poemario: La velocidad del mundo

Love is a colorless,volatile Liquid.Love ignites n burns.Love Leaves no residue neither smoke nor ash.Love is a poison masquerading as spirit of Wine

El amor es un líquido incoloro, volátil. El amor se inflama y arde. El amor no deja residuos: ni humo ni ceniza. El amor es un veneno disfrazado de vino.

Love and death have this in common: they consume you so that everything else ceases to matter

And then she moved from shock to grief the way she might enter another room.

Something inside me squeezes up tight like a sponge that is being wrung out

Voltage crossed the distance between Sheila and Webster. A current composed of anger and remorse and something else-the last flicker of attraction

She closes her eyes and lets the piano take her somewhere she's never been.

Sometimes when I am writing, I feel as though I were not reliving the events I describe here, but rather living them. That there is no distance at all, and that I do not know how my story will end. It is an extraordinary sensation, since, of course, I know only too well how it will all end.

been literally breathtaking

to talk at length about her mother and father, whom she has not seen since their deaths in the late 1800s. The greatest insight to emerge from those sessions was that Etna

And though her husband will appear to come alive, she knows that it is lust - too quickly ignited and too quickly extinguished - that animates him.

You have to do what your heart dictates, Vivian says. Do you believe that? Not sure, actually. It's always annoyingly inconvenient, isn't it, the thing about the heart?

He plays, and she dfrits along the curvature of the earth. He plays, and her body is flooded with gratitude. He plays, and she understands that the end us coming. When he stops, she can't speak. Words will break the trance, will sound trivial and tried. She'd have to wish him good luck, and he'd return the phrase. Perhaps he'd tell her that he would write to her. And everything they had just experienced would be punctuated by the commonplace. When he walks by her, he holds out his hand.

There is nothing so inspiring to a woman as seeing love in a man's eyes when he looks at her.

Words are never trite when they're spoken with sincerity

That wasn't love." "What was it, then?" "Just purely physical. Animal. Vulgar." "Love has a body, Laura. Eyes and lips, legs and sex. We humans can't help that.

I'm not beautiful either. But I've been loved. I know love and I can tell you, you don't have to be a beauty to feel passion. Sometimes it helps if you're not. I wonder if you know that already.

She realized all at once the deeper thing that bothered her, the thing that made him not just irritating but intolerable: how he kept loving her blindly when she deserved it so little.