Quotes About Emotion

And so the day they had had together folded over on itself, was done with, gone. —

Her irritation with the world had dampened into a cushion of soft melancholy that went with her everywhere.

Oh, she was a crazy woman, privately.

praise seems unable to enter me.

She spoke mostly of her work with the ACLU, and I thought: She is not talking about anything real. And I think by that I mean that she was not talking about how she felt

Pain, like a pinecone unfolding, seemed to blossom beneath her breastbone.

Anita's face got blank, like she couldn't find the expression to put on it.

Sometimes I thought I would die from the pain of our separating, and the pain it caused my girls, but I did not die, and I am here, and so is William.

Bonnie was the central heating of his life." pg. 83

The hit-thumb theory.

she seemed caught between the pincers of some intractable remorse.

other. And because she had, ever since then, been weeping from a private faucet inside her, unable to keep

will always—oh, always!—I will always love that woman.

you don't feel jealous of a woman whose husband has been lost. But an unreachability, that's how she'd put it. This plump, kind-natured woman sitting on the couch surrounded by children

Bernie felt a physical response to this, as though a small wave had just rolled through his chest.

Because I love you, and we don't have much time.

What she felt, turning into the driveway, was a fury and pain so deep that she would never have believed a person could feel it and still remain alive.

But an ache stayed inside her. And a faint reverberating hum of something close to joy lived on the outer edges of her memory, some kind of longing that had been answered once and was simply not answered anymore.

they would never get over that night because they had said things that altered how they saw each other.

People know exactly who loves them, and how much—

that love was not to be tossed away carelessly, as if it were a tart on a platter with others that got passed around again. No, if love was available, one chose it, or didn't choose it.

Great buildings that move the spirit have always been rare. In every case they are unique, poetic, products of the heart.

If you have experienced an evening more exciting than any in your life, you're sad to see it end; and yet you still feel grateful that it happened.

Words. Just little black marks on paper. Just sounds in the empty air. But think of the power they have! They can make you laugh or cry, love or hate, fight or run away. They can heal or hurt. They even come to look and sound like what they mean. Angry looks angry on the page. Ugly sounds ugly when you say it.