Quotes About Emotion

At this moment (letting a breeze ripple through her fingers like warm water), Maggie felt that the entire business of time's passing was more than she could bear.

He honestly believed, for an instant, that what he'd heard was music-a tune piped, a burble of notes, a little scrap of melody floating by on wind and breaking his heart.

She loved them so much that she felt a kind of hollowness on the inner surface of her arms whenever she looked at them—an ache of longing to pull them close and hold them tight against her. The three little boys were such a clumped-together tangle, always referred to as a single unit, but Abby knew how different each was from the next.

Music is so different now, she had said to [him] once. It used to be 'Love Me Forever' and now it's 'Help Me Make It Through the Night.' Aw, Ma, he had said, don't you get it? In the old days they just hid it better. It was always 'Help Me Make It Through the Night.

Justine's childhood was dark and velvety and it smelled of dust.

Which was how she often did after flare-ups—pretending nothing had happened.

Oh, sounds were what brought the past alive most clearly!

She loved them so much that she felt a kind of hollowness on the inner surface of her arms whenever she looked at them- an ache of longing to pull them close and hold them tight against her." ? Anne Tyler, A Spool of Blue Thread

She would have made a better mother, perhaps, if she hadn't remembered so well how it felt to be a child.

For once, the tears wouldn't come. She saw that Michael might have been right. It really could be too cold to snow.

Love so sprang at her, she honestly thought no one had ever looked into it. Where was it in literature? Someone would have written something. She must not have recognized it. Time to read everything again.

I could very calmly go wild.

The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for one person out of billions. We bound ourselves to the fickle, changing, and dying as if they were rock.

How come you forget English when you swear?

We writers always get our revenge on paper

But I feel more real when I'm around her. Like I'm not fading.

At fist he didn't say anything more, and we had a little staring contest there in the darkness. but I liked staring at him, and I won.

I wonder if she ever wants to trade lives with me, if only for the chance to punch something.

Would the hydrogen catch fire? Alek grasped the edge of the window, hardly feeling the broken glass against his palms. "Deryn" he sobbed. Anything but this.

I swallowed my screams whole. They went down my throat as sharp-cornered and cold as ice cubes.

Maybe this time she could show him what was really inside her, deeper than any operation could reach.

The upshot of it has been that the spirit of the Past is now widely regarded amongst us as a purely immaterial force pumping a million times a day in the rose-pink heart of every true Irishman.

So I go into our dressing room and here's this huge bouquet of roses with a card in it. So I open up the card and it reads 'The best of my love, dot dot dot.

If I had loved her... would that be art?