Quotes About Emotion

I should have realized, when Cathal kissed me in the hallway, that my response was the first raindrop heralding a storm.

You know not, yet, the sort of love that strikes like a lightning bold; that clutches hold of you by the heart, as irrevocably as death; that becomes the lodestar by which you steer the rest of your life.

I told you once," said Red, "that I wanted to hear your voice. I did not think the first words I would hear would be these." "Those were not the first words," I whispered, fighting tears. I would not weep.

I like your anger,' the Hag said mildly. 'I like your resistance. It makes you less than courteous, but altogether more interesting.

Because, when I was away, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Part of me said, yes, it was the right thing to do, for your sake; part of me recognized the kind of man I am, the kind of work I do, the utter impossibility of it. But the other part of me... I felt your absence like a wound.

His touch warmed my whole body. I was longing to throw my arms around him and hold him close, but the magic of this moment was like a single, lovely strand of cobweb, fragile and delicate. One wrong move and it would snap beyond mending.

I had learned how it felt to want more than the sweet touch of hand to cheek or lips to palm, more than a kiss, more than an embrace. I was starting to discover that it is not only the mind that understands love, but also the body.

All the same, our eyes spoke of something good, something deep, something that could grow and flower if the world we lived in would allow it. Something too precious to put into words. Something I would not dare let out into the light of day, not yet.

My heart. Your heart.

His touch was like a bard's on his instrument, and it awakened a deep and mysterious music in my body.

Who would awaken the past? It shines like a sunrise And cuts like a fine blade.

To lose you is to spill my heart's blood. I do not know if I can bear the pain.

It came to me that it was possible to be afraid of your own fear, and that such a phenomenon was utterly ridiculous.

You know not, yet, the sort of love that strikes like a lightning bolt, that clutches hold of you by the heart, as irrevocably as death; that becomes the lodestar by which you steer the rest of your life . . . it is in the nature of your kin, to love this way.

He had always understood me better, without words. So I laid my hand on my heart, held it there for a moment, and then moved it over and touched my palm against his breast.

You speak like a jealous lover. -Fola to Broichan

To allow hope into the heart is to open oneself to bitter disappointment.

Often, the human animal dresses terror in rage, and expresses both in a way unlike either.

part of the mind's job was to cast doubt on what the heart knew to be true, and the heart, because it had no words, often lost the argument

Si dice che un amore eccessivo susciti un odio cento volte più grande.

My shoulders were light again, as though I'd been cured of the ague, and my tears stopped.

Kind-hearted observers found her full of pathos, and the less generous despised her.

It is hard for one who has not had a similar experience to imagine the terror that still gripped Taeko and Mrs. Tamaki and Hiroshi, so intense a terror that afterwards it seemed almost funny.

I do not want any man to see me suffer.