Quotes About Emotion

She had a bottomless well of love for me.

Detachment doesn't mean you don't let the experience penetrate you. On the contrary, you let it penetrate you fully. That's how you are able to leave it.

You count the hours you could have spent with your mother, it's a lifetime in itself.

Love is the only rational act.

And I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.

sometimes what you miss the most is the way a loved one made you feel about yourself.

I saw in her expression that old, unshakable mountain of concern. And I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know

Tears are okay

Lost love is still love.

Turn on the faucet. Wash yourself with the emotion. It won't hurt you. It will only help. If you let the fear inside, if you pull it on like a familiar shirt, then you can say to yourself, "All right, it's just fear, I don't have to let it control me. I see it for what it is.

But common sense has no place in first love and never has.

There is a reason you glance up when you first hear a melody, or tap your foot to the sound of a drum. All humans are musical. Why else would the Lord give you a beating heart?

A mother's voice is like no other. We recognize every lilt and whisper, every warble or shriek.

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all.

But just because you have silenced a memory does not mean you are free of it.

I didn't want to forget him. Maybe I didn't want him to forget me.

What would you give to remember everything? I have this power. I absorb your memories; when you hear me, you relive them. A first dance. A wedding. The song that played when you got the big news. No other talent gives your

What in life can love not penetrate? Mabel Hubbard, deaf since childhood, gave Alexander Bell a piano as a wedding gift and asked that he play it for her every day, as if his music could pierce her silence. Decades later, at Bell's deathbed, it was his wife who made the sounds, saying the words, "Don't leave me," while he, no longer able to talk, used sign language to answer, No.

O amor perdido não deixa de ser amor. Apenas assume uma forma diferente. Não conseguimos ver o sorriso da pessoa amada, ou levar-lhe comida, ou mexer-lhe nos cabelos, ou rodopiar com ela numa pista de dança. Mas quando esses sentimentos enfraquecem, há outro que se sublime. A memória. A memória torna-se nossa companheira. Alimenta-nos. A vida tem um fim. Mas o Amor não.

Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel.

Dor felt a warm, calming feeling when he said those words—She is my wife—because ever since they were children she was like the sky to him, forever around.

Lost love is still love, Eddie. It just takes a different form, that's all. You can't hold their hand... You can't tousle their hair... But when those senses weaken another one comes to life... Memory... Memory becomes your partner. You hold it... you dance with it... Life has to end, Eddie... Love doesn't.

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form.

Common sense would have told Sarah to steer clear of Ethan's waters. But common sense has no place in first love and never has.