Quotes About Emotion

His eyes were blazing and I swear I could smell the testosterone coming off him.

He would know that if he hadn't been the person he was, terrified and cowardly and petty and insecure and sexually panicked and broken, Sadie might have been his.

I love you, ... It is hard for me to say, because sometimes it doesn't seem like it is enough.

You know what they say. Cold hands. Warm heart," Yuji said. "Or is it the reverse?

There were so many people who could be your lover, but, if she was honest with herself, there were relatively few people who could move you creatively.

Does it count for anything that I just told you I love you?" Gable asked. I considered this briefly before deciding that it didn't. "Not really. Not when I know you don't mean it.

Tell me I don't know you, Sam thought. Tell me I don't know you when I could draw both sides of this hand, your hand from memory.

It was superior, he believed, to show love to those one loved. But now, it seemed like one of the easiest things in the world Sam could do. Why wouldn't you tell someone you loved them? Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did.

A.J. watches Maya in her pink party dress, and he feels a vaguely familiar, slightly intolerable bubbling inside of him. He wants to laugh out loud or punch a wall. He feels drunk or at least carbonated. Insane. At first, he thinks this is happiness, but then he determines it's love. Fucking love, he thinks. What a bother.

What if I had told the boy I loved to leave and it ended up being for nothing?

It is lucky, she thinks, that we don't feel all the love inside us every moment. We couldn't breathe or walk or eat. It is lucky that it just flares up every now and again then resolves itself into a manageable dormancy.

Why wouldn't you tell someone you loved them? Once you love someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it.

Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did.

Love is both a constant and a variable at the same time.

Real love' is not just instinct, but intent.

And to see her almost made him want to cry. It was as if she were a mathematical proof that had eluded him for many years, but all at once, with fresh, well-rested eyes, the proof had a completely obvious solution. There's Sadie, he thought. Yes.

what was the difference in the end? It was never worth worrying about someone you didn't love. And it wasn't love if you didn't worry.

It is lucky, she thinks, that we don't feel all the love inside us every moment.

Tell me I don't know you, Sam thought. Tell me I don't know you when I could draw both sides of this hand, your hand, from memory.

Una cosa davvero magnifica del modo in cui il cervello era programmato, rifletté, era che poteva dire: «Scusi», mentre in realtà pensava: Vaffanculo.

I love you," Daedalus said. "It is hard for me to say, because sometimes it doesn't seem like it is enough.

Why wouldn't you tell someone you loved them? Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did.

Sam's heart swelled with love for Sadie. Why was it so hard for him to say he loved her even when she said it to him? He knew he loved her. People who felt far less for each other said "love" all the time, and it didn't mean a thing. And maybe that was the point. He more than loved Sadie Green. There needed to be another word for it.

I longed for Mum in the most primitive way.