Quotes About Emotion

Sus palabras, como la música, tenían el potencial de ser infinitas.

She fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived.

Me and Ethan, dancing in the dark at the end of the world.

Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment. Which is pretty amazing, when you actually think about it.

Again, I was speechless. What do you do when you finally hear everything you've always thought said aloud?

that music is a total constant. That's why we have such a strong visceral connection to it, you know? Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment.

The best gifts come from the heart, not a store.

Hearing this, I had that feeling again, like the conversation was a pack of wild horses pounding out ahead of me, leaving nothing but dust behind. Trifecta?

feeling and action are always linked

It was as if I was attached to her with a tether, her every movement yanking at me, my own hands reaching to shield her from the dangers of her waving arms.

Once you love something, you always love it in some way. You have to. It's like, part of you for good

Suddenly, I had a flash of him in the car that day, drawing in his breath. Plus the staring at lunch in the green, and the weird way he'd acted at the Vista 10. Oh, God, I thought, finally getting it. Nate was right. He liked me. This was just what I needed.

But as I dropped my hand from my eyes to say this to Jamie, I realized I couldn't see him anymore. My view was blocked by my sister, who had moved to stand between us, one hand stretched out behind her, toward me.

It was bad to be embarrassed, hard to be ashamed. But pitied? That was the worst of all.

I was the only one who ever went in there, and when I did the air always smelled stale and strange, pent up like the sorrow my mother carried in her shoulders, her heart, and her face.

My own life felt flat and sad too much of the time; it was reassuring, somehow, to lose myself in someone else's

a voice yelled after me but it was wayward and might have been a cry out of someone's nightmare.

We both know how to hide our sharpest parts, I just don't always recognize my own weaponry.

When you fall in love, it is discovering the ocean after years of puddle jumping.

If loving you means getting dirty, bring on the grime.

I know you've taken to wearing around your father's hand-me-down anger. But I wish that you wouldn't. It's a few sizes too big and everyone can see it doesn't fit you...

And then I think I don't need to write anything down ever again. Nothing's gone, not really. Everything that's ever happened has left its little wound.

Why did you lift your top the other night in my office? Why did you flash your breasts at me like that?" he asked, his voice very low, his grey eyes intent on her. "I don't know," she whispered. "Liar," he said, and then he closed the distance between them and his hands were cupping her face and his mouth was lowering toward hers and her heart was beating so hard and fast it was a wonder it didn't explode.

She acted completely on instinct, closing the distance between them and wrapping her arms around him. He was unresponsive for a long beat, as though she'd taken him by surprise, then his arms went around her in turn. Her breasts were pressed to his chest and every breath she took was filled with the smell of his aftershave but there was nothing sexual about their embrace. She was offering him a little comfort, and he was accepting it. It was as small and simple as that.