Quotes About Emotion

Every love has its landscape.

For mothers, some mothers, my mother, daughters are division and sons are multiplication; the former reduce them, fracture them, take from them, the latter augment and enhance. My mother, who would light up at the thought that my brothers were handsome, rankled at the idea that I might be nice-looking. The queen's envy of Snow White is deadly.

They wanted to rock, they wanted to roll, they wanted to feel the peculiarly human feeling of having a perfect night in an imperfect world.

Once the scent caught me on the street in Greenwich Village. I stopped in my tracks and looked around. Where was it coming from? A shop? The trees? A passerby? I could not tell. I only knew the smell made me cry. I stood on the sidewalk in Greenwich Village as people brushed by, and felt suddenly young and terribly open, as if I were waiting for something. I live in an ocean of smell, and the ocean is my mother.

Books are living things with blood and bones, and it breaks our heart when people dissect them.

True love is not a crock, but patriotism is.

She leaned down and smelled the skin at Connor's shoulders right at the spots where, as Martha Graham might have said, his own wings might have been attached.

Tears will do you no good.

I shake so hard that freckles jump off my face.

The happiness in her eyes made my heart hurt.

She looked as if she were about to burst into tears, but she was wonderful at catching the ball of her own mood in mid-air.

The moment ached, as if music were being played somewhere on an instrument whose strings had some connexion with her heart.

L'indifferenza significa che gli occhi non hanno più bisogno di cercarsi, le mani di protendersi; né le labbra di unirsi, perché è un'unione in cui non ci si accorge più della separazione dei corpi.

Your heart is stronger than your head.

I would not sing you to sleep. I would press my lips to your ear and hope the terror in my heart stirs you.

Lullaby I would not sing you to sleep. I would press my lips to your ear and hope the terror in my heart stirs you.

Anger is so easy to get into and so hard to get out of.

Art is the accomplice of love.

The little girl expects no declaration of tenderness from her doll. She loves it, & that's all. It is thus that we should love.

Tears flow and smiles fade to the same rhythm of life, to disappear together in the bottomless abyss.

Alors l'amour est une supercherie ? - Qu'en penses tu ? - Je pense que rien de ce que tu m'as montré ne tient contre ce que j'ai à te dire. - Qu'as tu à me dire ? - Je t'aime, dit Viviane.

Self-pity" is just sadness, I think, in the pejorative.

Do you realize how angry you sound?" must be one of the most infuriating questions in the language.

Olivia's mouth had gone too dry to speak. Besides, what was she to say, "His kisses thrill me, his touch makes my skin heat, he knows how to make my soul shatter apart—but he's just not good husband material"?