Quotes About Emotion

You can never really unlove somebody. Maybe it changes shape, but it's there.

Love is the enemy of sound judgment, and occasionally this is in service of the good.

Human emotion is beyond comprehension, smooth and uninterrupted, like an orb made of blown glass.

What happens to you doesn't belong to you, only half concerns you. It's not yours. Not yours only.

The bitter scratch of his unshaven good-night kiss will always, for me, be the sensation of grief.

But how you feel love and how you understand love are two different things

You only lie to people you love

I kissed her every way I could think of. I kissed her forehead like she was my daughter. I kissed her quivering eyelids like she was my dead mother. I kissed her hard on her cheeks like you do before you kill someone. I kissed her collarbone the way you do when you want more. I pulled her earlobe with my teeth the way you do when you know what someone likes. I did everything, and she sat as pliable as a doll.

She and I have a connection. Today, the link is rusty, the current erratic, but there will always be something between us.

What was real was the dance of light in her eyes and the quick current of our blood.

I mourned as though I had miscarried. My body apparently was fertile soil, but my life was not.

She explained that convenience, habit, comfort, obligation—these are all things that wear the same clothing as love sometimes.

You love me. You know you do." I wouldn't have answered even if he hadn't cut off my breath with a kiss that tasted like desire streaked through with anger.

Then, I didn't know that our bodies can know things before they happen, so when my eyes suddenly filled with tears, I thought this was the unpredictable effect of emotion.

Love makes a place in your life, it makes a place for itself in your bed. Invisibly, it makes a place in your body, rerouting all your blood vessels, throbbing right alongside your heart. When it's gone, nothing is whole again.

FOR NORMAL PEOPLE, TALKING ABOUT THE LOST WOULD PUT OUT THE FIRE, BUT FOR ME IT WAS LIKE KEROSENE, GASOLINE AND A BLAST OF PURE OXYGEN

It's hard to mark time when your heart is a pinball in your chest.

But for real, I want to tell you what you mean to me, but it's like trying to count the seconds of a day on your fingers and toes.

It was the scent of my mother and it couldn't be broken down into parts.

Novels, like love, can't be forced. But also like love, novels can enter your life in an instant.

If you were to ask me what it smelled like, I couldn't answer any more than you would know what to say if someone asked you to describe the fragrance of coffee. It was the scent of my mother and it couldn't be broken down into parts.

This is the face of a man who loved too hard

love is the enemy of sound judgement, and occasionally this is in service of god.

If you can't count it, measure it, or gauge it with science, it didn't happen.