Quotes About Emotion

I know girls aren't supposed to tell, but I've got to tell—just in case you should fail to love me because you never knew how much I loved you. I want not to have to say later—I wish I'd told him.

I want you to be able to see me, and as my love for you is so much of me (all of me, making me more than myself) then you must see that too.

I'm sorry I was awful. I'm so full of terrors.

This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart, was something I had not experienced with any other woman.

It had occurred, it had happened , and could never in his life be unhappened, never removed, a huge deadly black scar lasting forever.

It is unfortunately for us both also the truth that I love you and only you utterly and permanently and to distraction.

I've not often been happy or thought it was in my stars.

Here memory was simply a cold cloud to be shuddered at.

How could it be that I had actually kissed her cheek without enveloping her, without becoming her? How could I at that moment have refrained from kneeling at her feet and howling?

This talk of love means very little. Love is not a feeling. It can be tested. Love is action, it is silence. It's not the emotional straining and scheming for possession that you used to think it was.

It is the long still moment of dreamy suspended passion before the spinning clutching descent.

Please excuse this outpouring which perhaps makes no sense but is the utter darkness of my spirit pouring from me like black blood.

He could feel the pain of her heart beating strongly against his own.

Mary did not believe in analysing herself, and she had left vague the notion that sometimes came to her that this anxious unfulfilled sort of loving was the only kind of which she was capable.

Now she did not even wish to try, for fear of rousing up something terrible.

His eyes closed now, and for a long time they sat quietly thus. Such was their lovemaking.

Happiness. What's that? I don't know. How can one be happy when one loves a demon?

There was as much emotion generated between them now as if they had been lovers.

The calmness was the final tone of despair.

She shivered in the sunlight as if it were the ray of a malignant star.

There can scarcely be anything worse than surviving something which shatters your mind and leaves you obsessed with revenge.

I have always wanted to kill you, all my life led to that blow. Jealousy and hatred compose my earliest memories. I have killed you every day in my thoughts.

You are sad. I am always sad.

He felt sad, sad.