Quotes About Emotion

We are all naught but twists of suffering in a river of pain.

To lie with a lover was to celebrate the creation of fire. From this in the flesh to the world beyond.

It clearly hasn't occurred to either of you that maybe Fiddler wants it that way. Wants to be called Strings, now, because his old life is gone, and with the old name comes bad memories, and he's had enough of those.

Duiker said, a wave of sorrow flooding him.

They'd needed each other, and though thereafter they rarely spoke of that night – the only one they had shared – she had once commented, in a private moment, that she'd drunk so much to find the courage to invite him to lie with her.

Shock registered in Baruk's face.

Can you be nostalgic for the instant just past? Oh yes, and it's a bittersweet taste.

Rage and unbearable pain meshed together like twin strands in an ever-tightening rope.

the bloodlust of a mob was always louder than a lone, reasonable voice.

There was music in death. Actors and musicians knew this as true.

She felt his eyes exploring her like ghost hands.

The easiest thing to break is a man's heart ...

But I am tired of sympathy. Of feeling it, at least. I'd welcome receiving it, if only to salve all this self-pity.

She drew him round and settled against him, murmered 'If there is to be a conversation, keep it short, please. What I desire is not answered by words.' Korlat to Whiskeyjack

You forget, I once watched you dance...

How he knew no one could say. How he thought, no one could imagine. How deep and vast his love, no one could conceive.

Simply said, much that is meaningful and worthwhile in life has little to do with logic, reason, or analysis.

By the time the last few notes fade, his hope will be restored, but each time he's force to resort to the Adagio it becomes harder, and he knows its effect is finite. There are only a certain number of Adagios left in him, and he will not recklessly spend this precious currency.

Albinoni's Adagio in G Minor

Interest is never enough. If it doesn't haunt you, you'll never write it well. What haunts and obsesses you may, with luck and labour, interest your readers. What merely interests you is sure to bore them. (from Workbook)

and I'm thinking as our bodies meet that I'll remember this forever, and i just hope it's for all the right reasons.

Men walk through tragedy, quietly, calm and precise on the outside, tearing themselves to shreds inside.

Nobody in school is stronger than me. But when Sally Holmes kissed me, I never felt so weak in all my life.

I rush to her side and touch her cold skin, hoping against hope for a pulse.