Quotes About Emotion

She crumpled into the chair behind the desk and, bending slightly from the waist, hugged her elbows.

Love was a word that poets and songwriters used. They vested the emotion with tremendous powers over the human heart and mind, but they were wrong. it didn't transform lives like the saccharine lyrics claimed it could.

Ella almost cried out in relief upon seeing him. Conrad released her hand and spun around to see who'd interrupted his bullying. "Afternoon

Graham. These three men took away my virginity

Naterao ju je da se zamisli. Naterao ju je da se smeje. Naterao ju je da zadrhti.

He'd been such a solid presence beside her, Strong, warm, vibrant. So different from that form beneath the sheet in the mougue

Sometimes it seemed as if the burden of each death was added to the others until she was bowed under the weight of dead souls.

Examining the actual contents of my crying, I found a quailing sludge emotion, with a foul insecticide taste. If it was a peanut, you would spit it out. Yet I was indulging this toxic goo, giving it its head and letting it dictate my actions. People had every good reason to despise me.

The hormonal imbalance is actually fertility. Fertility is the change. That's when a woman loses herself.

I remember when my kitten got run over. My mother was devastated. She put it in a green garbage bag and cried and cried. She said she couldn't stop picturing that little cat. Tumbling and tumbling and tumbling.

because in spite of the most terrible suffering, the heart goes on loving; that is the beauty of love.

There was nothing like losing something to make one value its worth.

Whoever he is who opposite you sits and listens close to your sweet speaking and lovely laughing – oh it puts the heart in my chest on wings for when I look at you, even a moment, no speaking is left in me no: tongue breaks and thin fire is racing under skin and in eyes no sight and drumming fills ears and cold sweat holds me and shaking grips me all, greener than grass

Sweet mother, I cannot weave – slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl.

What cannot be said will be wept.

May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.

You came and I was longing for you. You cooled a heart that burned with desire.

Stand and face me, my love, and scatter the grace in your eyes.

you came and I was crazy for you and you cooled my mind that burned with longing

Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.

you burn me

You may blame Aphrodite soft as she is she has almost killed me with love for that boy

Marilyn Frye (1983, 88) describes anger as akin to a speech act: "It cannot 'come off' if it doesn't

Then may mercy save her from a man who loves as you do