Quotes About Emotion

Love turns a heart to crystal," said Mikey. "Much more valuable, but much more fragile.

I seed the clouds somewhere in the world, and bring a lamentation of rain. Because rain is the closest thing I have to tears.

Now Goddard paces, whipping his fury into a caustic meringue.

The things I feel cannot be put into words, or if they can, the words are in no language anyone can understand.

But she was too deep into her rant to stop now.

and that dizzying gap between what she should feel and what she did feel was tearing her apart.

And besides, the human heart if rarely practical.

156,000,000 kilometers away. 6,000 degrees Celsius on the surface. I know these things, but I've never felt the reality of it! My god, Greyson, how do you stand it? How do you keep from dissolving into a puddle of emotion when you look upon it? The joy of it!

He put the ring away, and Rowan let out his breath, not even realizing he had been holding it.

Eres una persona horrible. Eres una persona maravillosa. -Bueno, ¿cuál de las dos? -¿Por qué no entiendes que la respuesta es ambas?

A person don't got a soul until that person is loved. If a mother loves her baby--wants her baby--it's got a soul from the moment she knows it's there. The moment you're loved, that's when you got your soul.

Her eyes were on the brink of tears. If she blinked, they would fall— but Scythe Curie kept them pooled on her lower lashes, too proud to be seen weeping in conclave.

A person don't got a soul until that person is loved.

It's an Event. Events bypass anger, straight to damage control.

Her appetite was a casualty of the day.

Guilt is the idiot cousin of remorse.

Love is the finest and foulest thing in the world. It will drive a man to greatness even while driving him into despair.

It starts with a mild weeping but soon crescendos into the same tortured sobs as his little brother, both of them wailing in a strange harmony of misery.

You Unwinds are all the same. You think that because no one loves you, then you can't love anyone.

He cannot deny how much he loves her - and the pain of that longing is enough to make him know that he lives. That he is. For how could he feel such anguish if he had no soul? Yet in many ways he feels as if she took his soul with her when she left.

Love, Allie concluded, wasn't blind, it simply saw alternate dimensions.

Does he feel remorse for coming at this time of day? Only when he looks at people's faces, so he tries not to. They are not people—they are ideas. They are just extensions of the enemy.

Sin la amenaza del sufrimiento no podemos experimentar la verdadera felicidad.

Aunque ella debe saber lo que está pasando, no dice nada, sólo deja la cabeza en su hombro mientras las lágrimas de él le caen en el pelo.