Quotes About Emotion

She spilled rice on my knee, and she smiled. I wanted her to spill a thousand things on me, lava, acid, bricks, anything, and smile each time

She glared at him, feeling the old frustration. Sometimes in his presence she felt the deepest connection to him, and other times she felt completely alone-as though any bond to him was her own bitter imagination.

Maybe there is more truth in how you feel than in what actually happens.

Love didn't necessarily look the way you expected it to.

She cared about him too much, and he was a dangerous person to love. He wouldn't love her back.

Do you have any idea how much I've loved you?

Carmen was bad at loving. She loved too hard.

There was love expressed in the places you usually forget to look.

Love is like war; easy to begin, hard to end.

But it was smell that carried memory.

She wondered again about her inclination to wish for things that made her so deeply unhappy.

She had never had a boy talk to her like that. There was no cover of bullshit, no flirtation, no added charm, but his look was searing. He was different from anyone she had known.

Don't ask me any questions right now. I'm grumpy and I'll probablly make fun of you. -Effie Kaligaris

He'd pushed her. He'd scared her. He'd besieged her. He'd vowed he wouldn't, and he did.

All I could think to do was love her. That's all a person can do.

It wasn't just that Lucy wanted to help him. She wasn't as selfless as that. She was madly attracted to him. She was attracted to all of the normal things and the weird things, too, like the back of his neck and his thumbs on the edge of his desk and the way his hair stuck out on one side like a little wing over his ear. She caught his smell once, and it made her dizzy. She couldn't fall asleep that night.

He took her in his arms right away. I'm so sorry, he murmured in her ear. He rocked her, saying it over and over. But no matter how many times he said it, no matter how much she knew he meant it, the words stirred around in her ear but didn't get into her brain. Sometimes he could comfort her. Sometimes he said what she needed, but today he couldn't reach her. Nothing could.

Knowing where she was in the world, even if he never touched her, gave him a deep satisfaction, and he half despised himself for being satisfied with so little.

Relief is a short-lived emotion, passive and thin. The agony of doubt disappears, leaving little memory of how it really felt. Life aligns behind the new truth.

He's had a lot of chances to care, and he hasn't.

The forgetting and having to remember again was the very worst part.

He just wanted to look at her and know her life was marching along under the same arch of time and space as he is.

She was bad at love. She loved too hard.

Marnie hated to see her spend so much of herself on someone who didn't care.