Quotes About Emotion

That is what love is. A possibility that becomes a choice. A choice you keep making, over and over. Day after day. Year after year. Time after time.

That idea is strange to me. People keep on loving? People keep on loving even if you are not there in their face everyday to remind them? People keep on loving even if they no longer see you at all? People keep on loving even if they are loving someone else? Impossible: to believe you can be loved in absence when you don't even know how it feels to be loved when you are there.

He wrote the future onto my face with his lips.

The velvet darkness of his face

Because,if you didn't allow yourself to love, you would risk losing everything.

Porque quien no ama, tampoco se arriesga a perder.

His heart definitely had a longer memory than his mind.

The ice cubes in her voice were clinking mercilessly.

Straight men who visit prostitutes are valiantly striving to keep sex free from emotion, duty, family--in other words, from society, religion, and procreative Mother Nature.

maybe he's falling in love with the idea of falling in love with me. Maybe he wants to be in love with someone and I've ended up in the right place at the right time.

The heart wants what the heart wants

You choose the end of the summer to fall in love with this guy because secretly, you don't want it to last.

Meanwhile I'll probably see him again. That's how sick I am.

The heart wants what the heart wants, she says, somewhat cryptically. I purse my lips in disapproval. You'd think the heart would know better.

I stare up the stars, intensely aware of his body a few inches from mine. If this isn't romance, I don't know what is.

He's probably one of those "love the one you're with" guys -- meaning he automatically goes after whatever woman happens to be around when he's feeling horny. Just another reason why I'll never get married, I say, getting out of the car. "Oh, Carrie." He sighs. "I feel sorry for you, then. I worry that you'll never find true love.

I think music can elevate the human spirit.

As I get close to the subway, a guy in a raincoat seethes at me, "Smile!" This makes me feel worse. I was lost in thought, minding my own business, and someone felt he had the right to disturb me anyway. Doesn't he realize that by making me feel like I was doing something wrong, he only made me feel less like smiling? It actually had the reverse effect he intended. It's like striking a bawling kid to stop him from crying, and we've all seen that done.

their hearts in it. It was well

There was no anger in his voice, no disappointment even. It was as if he'd given up on me. He pulled his keys out of his pocket. I should be going now. Merry Christmas, Nick

I married an asshole, she thought, knifing into the waves.

Love isn't about thinking. You should know that by now.

A stillness like that of music resting—or sex, after: what they call sadness, though it is not sadness.

We're obsessed with filling in the blank for a Mad Libs line that goes: _____ makes us human. Why? Scratch and sniff the what makes us human obsession and you get a strong whiff of something that could fit into that blank: our insecurity.