Quotes About Emotion

I want to live with you someday. I don't need a reply. That's just how i fell. It's just now, i finally have the freedom to feel that way

I want to live with you someday. I don't need a reply. That's just how i feel. It's just...now, i finally have the freedom to feel that way.

just for once i want a love that feels like plunging my flushed cheeks into deep soft snow

I wish to experience the sort of love That compels the dipping of my burning face in softly piled snow.

To understand a woman, a man had to peel away layer after layer of words, much as one must peel away an onion to get at the desired part.

Det var en historie som knyttet meg til henne med både hjerte og sjel, og jeg kommer aldri til å glemme den. Den er faktisk så virkelig for meg at jeg kan se for meg alle deltakerne og rollene de spilte, som om de står på en scene.

Molly?" "Yes?" He turned back and reached out as though to touch her, then stopped. "I'll wait. And when the time comes, whenever you're ready—if you're ever ready—all you have to do is . . ." He didn't complete the sentence. He didn't have to.

He kissed her forehead and the curve of her cheek. "I love you, McKenna. I have for some time now. And when Hawkins mentioned the option of you marrying today . . ." He brushed the hair from her temple and kissed her there. Twice. A weakness settled in her knees. His laughter came soft. "It wasn't hard for me to know what I wanted to do. So just to be clear . . . honor had little to do with my actions today. They were mostly selfish at heart.

Tattoos are a road map of the bearer's personal journey.

Even a crow finds its own child precious.

Even a crow thinks its child is golden.

Great anger is more destructive than the sword

Love is not the absence of logic but logic examined and recalculated heated and curved to fit inside the contours of the heart

Sarah couldn't remember when she'd last seen Charlie this happy. It was as if someone had yanked the dial of the dimmer switch round, lighting him up from inside. Normal Charlie was an endearing if reserved mix of cynicism and kindness, warmth and resignation. Now he shone with an emotional energy so exposing you almost wanted to look away, as if you were seeing something you shouldn't.

I've only got a handful of memories, and I don't want them wearing away, textures rubbing smooth, colors fading from overexposure. When I take them out, once in a blue moon, I need them bright enough to catch my breath and sharp enough to cut.

It stunned me. I had never said it before. I knew that I would never say it again, not really; that you only get one shot at in a lifetime. I got mine out of nowhere on a misty autumn evening, under a street lamp shining yellow streaks on the wet pavement, with Rosie's strong pliable fingers woven through mine.

When you look at someone you knew when you were young, you always see the person you first met,

Something rippled round the table: a loosening, a settling, a long sigh too low to hear. Un ange passe, my French grandfather would have said: an angel is passing. Somewhere upstairs I heard the faint, dreamy note of a clock striking.

Lexie's baby. Four weeks . . .not quite a quarter of an inch: a tiny gemstone, a single spark of color slipping between your fingers and through the cracks and gone. A heart the size of a fleck of glitter and vibrating like a hummingbird, seeded with a billion things that would never happen now.

Interesting fact from the front lines: raw grief smells like ripped leaves and splintered branches, a jagged green shriek.

I loved him, you know,' she said. 'I would have loved him as hard as he'd let me, for the rest of my life.

What I saw transformed with a click like a shaken kaleidoscope. I stopped falling in love with her and started to like her immensely.

And then, too, I had learned early to assume something dark and lethal hidden at the heart of anything I loved. When I couldn't find it, I responded, bewildered and wary, in the only way I knew how: by planting it there myself.

The lines of her face, turned up to the sky, would have broken your heart.