Quotes About Emotion

conversation. He'd felt his gut clench at Emma's

Paul. She hadn't just watched him die. She had taken in his death like a hummingbird drawing nectar.

that was more than love. That was being in love. It was so tangible I could almost touch it with my hands. I could bite it with my teeth.

No heroism in forever following the calculations of one's cunning mind. A man ought to attempt the illogical, if there's fire in his heart.

A smile is one of the best ways we can express the joy God has placed within us.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.' Shakespeare.

Her amused, silent evaluation hammered my spine with spikes of frozen fire.

I am mad, I think. I am mad therefore I think. I am mad therefore I think I am.

Julia's vocabulary was chock-full of strangely archaic words - spiffing, crumbs, jeepers - that seemed to have originated in some prewar girls' annual rather than in Julia's own life. For Jackson, words were functional, they helped you get to places and explain things. For Julia, they were freighted with inexplicable emotion.

Jennifer had never liked the pain of remembering what had happened, but for Theo it was the pain that kept Laura alive in his memory. He was afraid that if it ever began to heal she would disappear.

Je suis désolé ,' he said. You had to wonder about the French, how they could make a simple 'sorry' sound so extreme and forlorn.

She was tremendously fond of Ralph. Not hounded by love the way some women were. With Crighton she had been teased endlessly by the idea of it, but with Ralph it was more straightforward. Again not love, more like the feelings you would have for a favorite dog (and, no, she would never have said such a thing to him. Some people, a lot of people, didn't understand how attached one could be to a dog.)

It was impossible to instruct on the subject of beauty, of course. It simply was. You were either moved by it or you weren't.

But melancholy, that was his own true humor. A miserable bastard, in other words.

Love. Love wasn't sweet and light, it was visceral and overpowering. Love wasn't patient, love wasn't kind. Love was ferocious, love knew how to play dirty.

It turned out that love was everything after all 

but it seemed so much worse somehow when he turned out to have golden curls like an angel and eyes the colour of forget-me-nots.

No one ever warned you about how ferocious mother love could be, let's face it, no one warned you about anything.

And I can't cry, I don't even want to cry. My tears would never do justice to this loss.

Teddy shuddered. The idea of the sublime little bird being plucked from the sky, of its exquisite song being interrupted in full flight, was horrible to him.

Man is afraid to attain what he longs for, just as subconsciously he longs for what he is afraid of.

A man who allows wild passion to arise within, himself burns his heart, then after burning adds the wind that thereto which ignites the fire again, or not, as the case may be.

Fanny! You are killing me!" "No man dies of love but on the stage, Mr. Crawford.

Nothing is easier for passion than to overcome reason, but the greatest triumph is to conquer a man's own interests.