Quotes About Emotion

Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze.

I just think of him as my elk. And I'm his boy.

Volumes upon volumes on exploration, war, violence, the life-threatening transformative journeys of man. But you can't talk about this. The fucking, the sadness, the dark, the blood, the light. They will burn you at the fucking stake for this shit.

Paul's wanting does not hinge on anything other than the fact of me. This is an excellent trait in a man.

A special voice, an arresting voice, impossible to ignore. She didn't always hit precise notes—she wasn't some formalist, some scientist, some striver—but she sang from her gut and she meant it. Her voice a living organism: no song ever, ever the same twice.

did you know it's almost impossible to feel aggression when you're holding an infant?

Fear is the absence of spiritual connection, meaning it's the relative absence of love, meaning it's the relative absence of light.

She had a vague distaste for death, which was just sufficiently stronger than her apathy to preserve her existence.

I wondered if I would remember this feeling after Catherine. The feeling of seeing a friend—someone I knew and who knew me, too, someone who cared about me—walking in through a door or waving from across a hall or bending to whisper in another friend's ear. Of being inside, so inside, such an intimacy, and at the same time seeing it from outside. A feeling of being seen, beautiful and young, seated at a mythic table.

It's our song," he murmured into my ear.

Some people are worth melting for," he says.

I feel Elsa's arms around me. I can hear her crying. That's weird for a lot of reasons. Elsa doesn't cry, and she never puts her arms around me.

You sacrificed yourself for me?" "I love you," I say weakly.

I lean in quickly and kiss him. "We may," I say.

Love saves, that's what I wanted him to understand. Even if I didn't completely believe it myself.

The sex was so passionate it bordered on violence. It was not vanilla. It was passion as suffering

I'm not greedy I just want one person. The world is so big and there are so many people, but I only want one. I want to feel safe and happy with someone. What the heart chooses

I try and picture you reading this -- there is a sense that as I write I try and get nearer to you, connect in my mind with you.

Expressing emotion is not so easy. He has to remind himself that English is not her first language. Expressing emotion can be difficult even when the words are familiar. 

I miss thee, my Mother! Thy image is still The deepest impressed on my heart.

Love shall never write its lasting characters on my mind, till my reason invites it: and where hopes rests not, reason cannot abide.

She has too deep a root within my Soul ever to be remov'd

Grief is the price we pay for love.

Men did not touch each other as Karadur touched this man unless they were lovers. But there was more between them, a connection, a feeling that was present even when they sat apart.