Quotes About Emotion

My first impulse is not to grab her or kiss her or yell at her. I simple want to touch her cheek, still flushed from the night's performance. I want to cut through the space that separates us, measured in feet-not miles, not continents, not years-and to take a callused finger to her face.

Sarcasm creates a chasm between yourself and others.

Mia's smile is melting chocolate. It's a kick-ass guitar solo. It's everything good in this world.

She said if she couldn't play, she had nothing left. What about me?

Adam lay perfectly still, little groans escaping from his lips. I looked at the bow, looked at my hands, looked at Adam's face and felt this surge of love, lust, and an unfamiliar feeling of power.

And the kiss feels like something completely new. But it also feels like something deeply known.

Necesitaba alguien a quien odiar, y como tú eras la persona a la que más quería, te tocó

Willem holds my wrist for a long moment, looking at that birthmark. Then he lifts it to his mouth. And though his lips are soft and his kiss is gentle, it feels like a knife jamming into the electrical socket. It feels like the moment when I go live

And suddenly I just need to hold his hand more than I've ever needed anything in this world.

Adam had chosen me, and this I didn't understand. Why had he fallen for me? It didn't make sense.

Closure. I loathe that word.

If music be the food of love, play on

Allyson meanwhile is remembering. Why this person? All the things she has told herself, or other people have told her - infatuation or Paris or good acting or lust - no longer hold water, because she remembers so viscerally and feels it anew. It's not any of that. It's not even him. Or all him. It's her. The way she can be with him.

Hasta que lo sientas, fíngelo.

it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

Ella me dio un beso de despedida. Ella me dijo que me amaba más que a su propia vida. Luego pasó a través de seguridad. Ella nunca volvió.

I've been feeling something else. Like I'm about to be sucked into something powerful and painful.

I'm not sure it's possible to simultaneously love something and keep it safe. Loving someone is such an inherently dangerous act. And yet, love, that's where safety lives.

How does it feel that the only worthy thing you ever ceeated came from the worst kind of loss.

Dijiste que me odiabas. - Lo sé. Necesitaba alguien a quien odiar, y eres al que más amo, por lo que eso cayó sobre ti.

What can I tell you? Love's a bitch.

Esta noche no la besaré. O tocaré. O la veré de cerca. Esta noche escucharé. Y eso será suficiente

Her eyes flutter up to meet mine. "Are you hungry?"she asks. Am I ever.

For my first recital ever, they gave me a cello. And for this one, they gave me you.