Quotes About Emotion

He wanted her now in a way that was barely human.

How very different it would be to live somewhere where people weren't afraid to reveal themselves, where emotion was prized instead of hidden.

Vidas comunes que se ven tan sólo interrumpidas por la dicha o tragedia.

La vida no es siempre logica

Love is like lightning. You never see it coming. If it strikes you, you know it instantly and it will forever leave its mark.

Io non sono la più importante.» «Ma sei l'unica di cui m'importi.»

Revenge might give you a warm feeling, but unless it delivers some lasting results you might as well have a nice cup of mocha instead.

It's hard to send someone to their death," she said, answering his silent question. His expression was hidden behind the visor of his helmet. She didn't need to call on any of her abilities as a Jedi to know what he was thinking: one day she would do the same to men like him. The realization caught her unawares. "You'll get used to it," he said. She doubted it.

The best way to deal with it was to gorge on it, overload himself with the pain until it ceased to have any meaning, and not try to avoid it.

But it wasn't a moment's emotion for his grandfather: it was the whole of him. Anakin had been driven to the dark side by agonized love. The revelation stunned Jacen because it was so narrow and so Ã¢â'¬Â¦ selfish. Relief flooded him. This is different. That isn't what I feel, or what's driving me. And

When someone gets you hot and bothered, turn on the prayer conditioner.

The Story of an Hour" by Kate Chopin.

Given enough idleness & time, she could talk herself into either loving or hating the man

I loved him. I know you don't want to believe that, but I really, truly, giddy, heart-breaking, longing, achingly loved him.

Jeffrey never understood how people could think a dead person was just sleeping. Death changed the air, charged it with something thick and unsettling.

moved as he swallowed. "After

It was odd how you could love something so much, but forget about it when it wasn't right under your nose.

That's what love is, Sara, when there are so many things about you that you only want one person in the world to know.

dashboard. She didn't know the opening lyrics, but she belted out the chorus. " Ã¢â'¬ËœPoor, poor pitiful me!' Ã¢â'¬Â She nudged Maggie. " Ã¢â'¬ËœPoor, poor pitiful me!' Ã¢â'¬Â Maggie smiled despite herself. Gail bellowed, " Ã¢â'¬ËœPoor, poor pitiful me!' 

He was safe because she would never really give all of herself to him.

If you love music—really, truly, love music—then you play it for yourself.

Tears had rolled down his cheeks, one long drip after another, like condensation on the side of a glass.

Claire lunged toward her desk. She opened the drawer. Lydia's file was still hidden inside. Claire's relief was so pronounced that she wanted to cry. She touched her fingers to her cheek. She was crying. Her tear ducts were on constant standby for anything that would send them over. Instead of giving in to it, Claire shut the drawer. She wiped her eyes. She stood up. She straightened her shirt as she made her way to the kitchen.

Like most bullies, he could never sustain any one emotion.