Quotes About Emotion

hugged him tightly and then

and love took shape in the air around them, a regret and memory-filled version, maybe, sad around the edges, but love.

I am in love. As crazy and ridiculous and implausible as it sounds, I am in love. And I am loved in return.

My heartbeat turns into wind pounding on the glass.

Smiling too brightly

She felt lost within his arms and found, broken apart, and remade.

I think its just human nature to wish that the people who are gone from our lives are going to come back.

Loss would forever be etched on the child like a tattoo; it might fade over time, but it would never be erased.

Perhaps that was what it was like to love someone deeply: to feel that no matter how many moments together you were granted, there would never be enough.

It's you," he said softly when finally he was at her side. "It's you," she breathed, and then his lips were on hers, and he was kissing her in a way that made her forget the world around them for a few precious seconds.

Il semplice fatto che l'amore esista non significa che io sia capace di provarlo.

For when you love, you stand to lose so much.

The sand in the hourglass is running out, flowing relentlessly toward the end. There's never enough time, not when a person has become a part of you.

There's never enough time, not when a person has become a part of you.

Ben has never really known me. He knew the pieces I chose to give to him, the body that nursed him, the voice that scolded him, the hands that soothed him. But there is so much more to me, pieces that had nothing to do with my role as his mother, pieces I never let him see.

She hadn't realized that once one opened the door to one's heart, it was impossible to fully close it again.

She wished she could grab the memories like lifelines and hold on before she went under. But she found them slippery, impossible to grasp.

too." She couldn't believe she'd said the words aloud. How could she still be so angry with Lucie?

was what it was like to love someone deeply: to feel that no matter how many moments together you were granted, there would never be enough.

The word choice was strange, but I nodded, because she was right. It was inconvenient to love someone who would never love you the same way, because it held you back in life. It tied you to something you could never have.

It is the feeling. You have to feel the things you paint in your soul, or they won't come through to your paintbrush.

The truth is, since the day I met her, it's all been for her. My whole life. My whole existence. I don't know how I'll say good-bye.

Hearts can do that, you know: hold on to something when the rest of you has forgotten about it. Hearts have longer memories than brains.

I'm not one of those famous people flying round the world emoting over every catastrophe. I'm too feeble.