Quotes About Emotion

Ico took the girls hand in his own, the gesture feeling intensely familiar, as the sun shone brightly over the end of their long story.

But, every once in a while, even the most normal of people act in ways that surprise themselves, doing things they might never have imagined themselves doing because they're excited, or they're obsessed, or they're in love.

Music is to the soul what words are to the mind.

The good times are killing me

He was a man who discovered love through his penis.

Saeed wanted to feel for Nadia what he had always felt for Nadia, and the potential loss of this feeling left him unmoored, adrift in a world where one could go anywhere but still find nothing.

You know you're in trouble when you can't meet a woman's eye.

We are all children who lose our parents, all of us, every man and woman and boy and girl, and we too will all be lost by those who come after us and love us, and this loss unites humanity, unites every human being, the temporary nature of our being-ness, and our shared sorrow, the heartache we each carry and yet too often refuse to acknowledge in one another.

She slips her arm around my shoulders and cradles my head against her breast. We breathe together. Slowly. Time passes, flowing, a long, less and less painful sigh. And I shut my eyes. Pain becomes only physical again. Fear recedes. Anger flickers for a moment longer, gas in the pipes after the stove has been turned off. She says, "I'll take care of you." And I feel gratitude and happiness rise up inside me: old friends, long-forgotten and yet much missed.

Ozi made me feel so known. He made love to my insides, filling desperate gaps and calming unbearably sensitive places.

But in his devotions was ever more devotion, and towards her it seemed there was ever less.

But his dislike was so obvious, so intimate, that it got under my skin. I

I love it when you talk about where you come from," she said, slipping her arm through mine, "you become so alive.

that to love is to enter into the inevitability of one day not being able to protect what is most valuable to you.

Here we are not squeamish when it comes to facing the consequences of our desire.

The way Eli looked at her, my dad looked at the food.

She was greatly moved by her mother's love marriage, more than she had been in years. Love, Ma was telling her, not only in words but by example, conquers all.

The thought of writing was always pleasant, but the process was painful. However much she thought of to tell, however the words flowed in her head as she performed her chores, despite the emotion that swelled and throbbed while the storylines formed, the telling was inevitably brief and blunt, a poor thing, stunted as a failed crop.

Sometime when people see a beautiful thing they want to destroy it. The thing make them feel ugly so they act ugly.

Love is a demon. It would take over, and it would kill us, but first it would keep us all alive.

He had not loved his son enough. This knowledge lived like a malignancy on his heart.

I close my eyes, a useless flutter. I open them, and I see you half a world away. I hear fever parting your lips. I feel your shivering, colorless geckos running down your spine. I smell the night sweat that has bathed you clean.

In my dream, I am saying all of this in French, though I know that this is impossible. But in my dream, cruelty greases my tongue and I am undeniably fluent.

If any one should importune me to give a reason why I loved him, I feel it could no otherwise be expressed than by making answer, 'Because it was he; because it was I.' There is, beyond what I am able to say, I know not what inexplicable and inevitable power that brought on this union.