Quotes About Emotion

Words could kill, sometimes, he thought then. Words could change everything. Lourdes

Mommy loves me I know. Mommy loves me I know. I know Mommy loves me. I am scared of her. A

Love is purity.

She went crazy with a calm face, justifiably so.

There is no shame in impulse.

Happy. And then I got afraid that it would vanish as quickly as it came. That it was accidental-- that I didn't deserve it. It's like this very, very nice car crash that never ends.

Our achievements may make us interesting, Tyler, but our darkness makes us lovable.

a feeling at once destructive, romantic, and grand-like falling into a swimming pool dressed in a tuxedo.

I don't understand beauty.

The world is a glorious place, and filled with so many unexpected moments that I'd get lumps in my throat, as though I were watching a bride walk down the aisle - moments as eternal and full of love as the lifting of veils, the saying of vows and the moment of the first wedded kiss.

Rick feels almost the way he used to halfway through his third drink, his favorite moment, the way he wishes all moments in life could feel: heightened with the sense that anything could happen at any moment--that being alive is important, because just when you least expect it, you might receive exactly what you least expect.

God, I wish he and I had been genuinely close as opposed to the Don't-they-look-nice-together-in-the-airbrushed-family-portrait close.

Personne n'est émotionnellement vide.

The heart of a man is like deep water.

nothing motivated a person quite as much as the desire for vengeance.

the shudder of fear is as sensual as the shudder of pleasure, if not more so.

Signature refers to those elements that make the crime emotionally satisfying or fulfilling to the offender, such as binding or torture, photographs, humiliation

Waga tomo yasurakani", he said. Farewell, my friend.

She felt his shoulders began to convulse, faintly, regularly, almost as if he was weeping. But that was, of course, impossible, as Pendergast would never cry.

News of the murder had her all in a tizzy.

My 'temper' was a dark, wicked blotch in me, not a response to events in the outer world.

Anger and tenderness: my selves

Poetry] is the liquid voice that can wear through stone.

It will take all your heart, it will take all your breath It will be short, it will not be simple