Quotes About Emotion

Heart broken-he felt a deep ache in his chest, like that of a sore muscle, and each beat of his heart pained him

His knees grew weak, and he sat on Saphira's right paw. She lowered her head and nuzzled his shoulder, and he leaned his head against her. We did it , she said in a quiet tone. We did it , he said, hardly able to believe the words.

He was rarely happy throughout his life but he was a good Rider and a good man.

But now he felt a deep ache in his chest—like that of a sore muscle—and each beat of his heart pained him. His

The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can't.

He scrambled to his feet, noticing that her own were bare.

The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles.

A beam of moonlight shone through a barred window set high in the wall and fell on her face. A single tear rolled down her cheek, like a liquid diamond.

And Arya! He cringed

they cannot be as painful as losing my home and my father was.

I'll fight when needed, revel when there's occasion, mourn when there is grief, and die if my time comes … but I won't let anyone use me against my will.

You cannot help but be human

Love can be a terrible curse

Pain is pain,' she said. 'It needs no description.

It was a weak sensation, though: faint as faded regret.

That was the moment he had fallen for her. It wasn't love at first sight. Hell, it wasn't even lust at first sight. But it was close enough.

to care for another and be cared for in return- that was the closest any person might come to heaven.

Too often we don't appreciate the value of something until it has slipped our grasp.

Il canto dei morti è il pianto dei vivi.

That was the only part I didn't mind. I loved sticking my nose right on top of Joey's head and smelling all those nice things baked together.

That is the mysterious thing about tragedy- it often strikes at the happiest moment.

For feeling, not events, is to me the essence of history.

The late hour is such a friend; it has been for so many years. There is not a soul around as I carry Riley downstairs and dump him in my trunk. It is good, for I am not in the mood to kill again, and murder, for me, is very much tied to my mood, like making love. Even when it is necessary.

My whole life had been an uninterrupted act of loving him.