Quotes About Emotion

If I love you more than you love me, I'm as good as dead. Yet I can't make myself take it back. I can't just walk away from you, because every time you pass by me without smiling, without touching my hand, or at least making eye contact, it feels like I'm dying inside.

It's okay to talk about it. Death is so normal, I don't know why everyone gets so hung up about it. We all have to deal with it. Most people that you talk to have lost someone, but nobody talks about it.

Do you know what it's like to hear those words? To hear the person you love telling you they love you, too? If you don't now, I hope you do one day.

It was better when we were kissing.

I can't stand men crying. It's wrong, isn't it? Their faces aren't made for it, they kind of crumple; it's painful to watch.

I have no lover, not even my love. I have no other, not even I.

je ne te hais point

Que ne peut l'amitié conduite par l'amour?

Love is like a virus, easy to get infected and difficult to clean up

Stephen, why are you shivering?' 'I don't know, my darling.' 'Mary, why are you crying?' 'I don't know, Stephen.' p424

She loved deeply, far more deeply than many a one who could fearlessly proclaim himself a lover. Since this is a hard and sad truth for the telling; those whom nature has sacrificed to her ends--her mysterious ends that often lie hidden--are sometimes endowed with a vast will to loving, with an endless capacity for suffering also, which must go hand in hand with their love.

our love's nothing but a drop in some vast sea of love—

I cannot protect you, Mary, the world has deprived me of my right to protect; I am utterly helpless, I can only love you.

Yes, that's why I'm so frightened, you make me feel strong—

Memory, the old room was haunted by it — a man dying with love in his eyes that was deathless — a woman holding him in her arms, speaking words such as lovers will speak to each other. Memory — they're the one perfect thing about me.

Still cries at a good film, Still kisses with saliva, No longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick, That's driven into frozen winter shit (The ability to laugh at weakness), Calm, Fitter, Healthier and more productive A pig in a cage on antibiotics.

So much happiness is caged in language, ready to burst out anytime and fade

But here I hold your dream in my poem.

The new pop song is about getting real: "You had a bad day." The camera don't lie. But they're lying to you about the camera.

I love you the way a drowning man loves air. And it would destroy me to have you just a little.

She'd forgotten how dogs could reach in and grab hold of a person's heart.

overcome with joy when she rolled the window down.

Just a kiss, he told himself. A simple taste and then they both could move on.

Her sister continued to stare