Quotes About Emotion

Dancing was a kind of surrender to feeling, to sound, to the present" -Anya

For most of his life, Sam had found it difficult to say I love you. 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. —

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.

Die Liebe ist Konstante und Variable zugleich.

My god, she thought, he is so easy to love.

his eyes reminded Sam of his own. They had the patina of a person who had felt pain and expected to feel it again.

Before your mother, my heart was little more than a seed, Jane. A wiggly, gelatinous mother, rather like a solitary sperm.

Dad. What a word. What a little big word. What a word and what a world! He is crying. His heart is too full, and no words to release it. I know what words do, he thinks. They let us feel less. "No

Love you, Sammy," Dong Hyun said. "I love you, too, Grandpa." For most of his life, Sam had found it difficult to say I love you. 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.

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.

And I and him, and him and me. (I will always remember that he tasted like cigarettes and something passing sweet, which I could not quite identify.) Andiandhimandhimandme. (And so on.)

Yes, Dad. Dad is what I am. Dad is what I became. The father of Maya. Maya's dad. Dad. What a word. What a little big word. What a word and what a world! He is crying. His heart is too full, and no words to release it. I know what words do, he thinks. They let us feel less.

I had never been good with words. On the path from my heart to my brain to my mouth, phrases became twisted and hopelessly convoluted. The intent—what I meant to say—never quite made it out.

We do things without knowing entirely why, just because our heart tells us that we must" -Theo

No one else seems as real as he does.

Most of our customers have rather liked The Book Thief.

The loss of his mind has turned out to be a curiously pain-free process. He feels that it ought to hurt more.

Había pasado muchas horas con aquel hombre durante los últimos seis años. Solo hablaban de libros, pero ¿hay algo en la vida más personal que los libros?

Žinau, k? daro žodžiai. Žodžiai išlaisvina jaumus.

He would know her handwriting anywhere.

I love you, Sadie," Sam said. "I know, Sam. I love you, too.

You'll meet someone. I did." "Fuck you. I like you. I'm used to you. You are the one, you asshole. I can't meet someone new." He

They had only discussed books but what, in this life, is more personal than books?

you shouldn't go throwing around your love so easily.