Quotes About Emotion

You were a beautiful child," he heard himself saying, and for a moment he did not know to whom he spoke. Light swam before his eyes, found shape, and became the face of his daughter, lined and somber and worn with care.

The implication of "good riddance"—that love would switch off, like an electric light, once you realized the object of your love was dumb, or cowardly, or had bad taste—was not strictly borne out by observation.

So what do you think about love?' I asked Mesut in a casual tone. 'Love is to get caught on something,' he said readily. 'It's to be unable to forget.

And yet, the second time had blocked out the first time, and I didn't like to think that it hadn't been the first time.

What Svetlana felt for Scott, she said, wasn't a crush, but love. "A crush is about building up the self, and love is about giving from the self. For love, you have to have a self you're secure with, to give to the other person." I silently absorbed the implication that what I felt for Ivan was only a crush, because I didn't have a self I was secure with.

At the same time, it seemed certain to me that someday I would really want to hear his voice and wouldn't be able to, and I would think back to the time that he had invited me to call him, and it would seem as incomprehensible as an invitation to speak to the dead.

What does literature do better than anything else? It provides a detailed representation of the inner experience of being alive in a given time and place.

So, depending on the situation, one can define blues in emotional, musical, cultural, or commercial terms, and these definitions overlap at times and diverge at others.

When did blues emerge? We have all heard variations on a mythic answer: The blues been here since time began Since the first lyin' woman met the first cheatin' man.

The moment their eyes meet, the moment their hands touch. That certainty. That recognition. You. You are the one. This is what it feels like. Nothing, as it turns out, can take the place of love.

There is nothing more terrible, she has decided, than the ferocity with which humans can love.

Every life contains a novel.

hate was not the opposite of love. Indifference was the opposite of love

We didn't choose love; it chose us, right or wrong—and realizing this, for Brenda, was a kind of answered prayer. Love was all that mattered.

She is venomous like this because she hurts.

How is it we don't create new words when we see something that astonishes us? Why don't we make up new words for the things that make us feel new?

I love you in a way that is so powerful it lifts me up, it propels me forward. You propel me forward.

There is nothing more mysterious, confounding, and unknowable, than the desires of the human heart.

Shooter's absence is more powerful than Benji's presence.

You will never, ever understand how much I love you…until you have children of your own and then every word I've ever said will make perfect sense.

Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah

Maia's favorite. Her mother and grandmother loved her because they had to. Huck loves her because he wants to.

What is the saddest day of the year? Labor Day or December 26th? One is given only a certain number of Christmases in one's life.

Someone once told me that having a child was like having your heart walk around outside of your body.