Quotes About Emotion

In his face, I see the whole of my life. I see a baby who came to me long after I'd given up Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and a hint of the beauty I once had. I see Ã¢â'¬Â¦ my life in his eyes.

I love you," he said against her lips. "I love you, too," she said but the words that always seemed so big felt small now. What was love when put up against war?

He leans close and kisses each of my cheeks, whispering, "I loved her all of my life," as he draws back.

Antoine was Julien's father in every way that mattered. It is not biology that determines fatherhood. It is love.

If love is a disease, I suppose I'm infected.

He wanted to be angry, to scream and rail and feel honest-to-God outrage. But he wasn't that kind of man. His love for Mikaela was more than just an emotion; it was the sum total of who he was. This one thing he knew above everything else. He loved Mikaela too much. Which in its way was as bad as loving someone not enough.

She needed Matthew, but not to save her or complete her or reinvent her. Her love for him was the clearest, cleanest, strongest emotion she'd ever felt. It was like opening your eyes or growing up, realizing that you had it in you to love like this. Forever. For all time. Or for all the time you had.

SUCH A THIN VEIL separated the past from the present; they existed simultaneously in the human heart.

A searing, cleansing, enveloping love blew her heart into a million tiny pieces and reshaped it.

Love meant always being a little afraid.

To be a great photographer you had to see first and feel later.

If he loved you guys, he wouldn't hurt you." He made it sound so simple, as if it were a mathematical equation. But the connection between pain and love wasn't linear. It was a web.

She had this terrible, irrational fear that if she let go of him she would never touch him again and the thought of that was paralyzing.

It's not weak, you know. To feel things deeply, to want things. To need.

about love, a sudden decision not to, to pretend instead to a kind of choice.

Human gesture. Betrayed, betrayed.

It was dramatic, as it should be. Without drama, what is ritual?

The ancient Greeks; the Romans after. How they made of love a wild god

Poems are not the transcription of experience but the transformation of experience."-Carl Phillips @CPhillipsPoet

Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.

In that instant of eye contact, in the mesmerizing depths of that sweet emotion, she felt bound to him in a way she'd never felt connected to another man. It was as if in that moment their hearts and minds, their very souls, were one.

E' cattiva la gente che non ha provato il dolore, perchè quando si prova il dolore, non si può più voler male a nessuno

Questo era l'amore: qualcosa che riscaldava il cuore e stringeva le membra.

Whenever he had to leave her, Boltzmann, who was tender-hearted, was not able to hold back his tears.