Quotes About Emotion

Here at last is her smile: burn it into your memory; you won't see it often.

Tell her that you love her hair, that you love her skin, her lips, because, in truth, you love them more than you love your own.

My heart is beating like it's lonely, like there's nothing else inside of me.

I was staring at you and you were staring at me and right then it was sort of like love, wasn't it?

Do you remember? When the fights seemed to go on and on, and always ended with us in bed, tearing at each other like maybe that could change everything. In a couple of months you'd be seeing somebody else and I would too; she was no darker than you but she washed her panties in the shower and had hair like a sea of little punos and the first time you saw us, you turned around and boarded a bus I knew you didn't have to take. When my girl said, Who was that? I said, Just some girl.

I put my hand on her knee. I just wish you'd say you love me.

Anger has a way of returning.

You were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, over a gesture. That's what happened with your girlfriend, Paloma- she stooped to pick up her purse and your heart flew out of you.

In love! She wafted through her day like a woman with a concussion.

Nuestra relación no era el sol, la luna y las estrellas pero tampoco era una mierda.

It is probably her son she misses, or the father. Or our whole country, which you never think of until it's gone, which you never love until you're no longer there.

Mami must have caught me studying her because she stopped what she was doing and gave me a smile, maybe her first one of the night. Suddenly I wanted to go over and hug her, for no other reason than I loved her.

I already told you it's over, he snaps. What else do you want? A maldito corpse? You women never know how to leave things alone. You never know how to let go.

She's dark and heavy-browed and has a mouth like unswept glass—when you least expect it she cuts you.

He cried often for his love of some girl or another. Cried in the bathroom, where nobody could hear him.

He used to sleep with my hair over his face. He used to say it made him feel safe.

Then you look at her and smile a smile your dissembling face will remember until the day you die.

Hijo, you're the most buenmoso

A knot just beneath her skin, tight and secretive as a plot. And at that moment, for reasons you will never quite understand, you are overcome by the feeling, the premonition that something in your life is about to change...

The heat of your face could have kept my room warm for days. I didn't know how you stood the heat of yourself, of your breasts, of your face. I almost couldn't touch you. Out of nowhere you said, I love you. For whatever it's worth.

They would be able to tell. Even the most bruto would see the death in your eyes.

I don't remember her name, but I do remember how her perm shone in the glow of our night-light.

She couldn't see me or she would have known that I thought she was beautiful.

And if I could have I would have broken the entire length of my life across her face