Quotes About Emotion

War. It was an abstraction to her. She couldn't conceptualize its reality, not even the edges of its reality, but the way Akiva had been—dead-eyed—and the way he looked at her now, it made her feel as if he was coming back from the dead for her, and that seemed a tremendous thing, and an intimate one. The next time their eyes met, she had to look away.

How does it happen, that the events of a day, or a night - or a life - are translated into story? There is a gap in between, where awe has carved a space that words have yet to fill.

She asked Janie what it was like to have a mother, and Janie leaned over and gave Zorrie a kiss on the top of her head and then turned her around and gave her a quick kick in her seat and told her that having a mother was those two things, and that if sometimes it was more of one than the other, it all balanced out in the end.

she said she heard nothing, that our friend might well be screaming, but what I heard was only the memory of my own scream trapped like a wasp inside my head.

Love is a complicated thing,

Apakah yang dikatakan oleh kesedihan kepada matamu, yang membatalkan semua yang indah dari kehidupan?

Seorang lelaki harus dibikin jatuh cinta selamanya pada seorang perempuan agar ia tak pergi

Mengira bahwa kita bisa pergi begitu saja dan tak dirindukan adalah keangkuhan yang paling luar biasa.

Voor mij kon liefde geen plicht zijn, ik wist alleen hoe ik van lichaam en geest kon houden. En dat betekende houden van een massa kleuren, houden van wat je het gevoel geeft dat je leeft. Het betekende ook houden van onvolmaaktheid.

I would rather my heart be without words than my words be without heart.

To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.

Love is the enchanted dawn of every heart.

Love alone was left, as a great image of a dream that was erased.

A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market.

For I hate, yet love thee, so, That, whichever thing I show, The plain truth will seem to be A constrained hyperbole, And the passion to proceed More from a mistress than a weed.

What is stronger, fear or hope?

I don't believe in love anymore, the foghorn blasted it out of me.

A smile is ever the most bright and beautiful with a tear upon it. What is the dawn without its dew?

Sculpture and painting are moments of life; poetry is life itself.

There is only one word of tenderness we could say, which we have not said oftentimes before ; and there is no consolation in it. The happy never say, and never hear said, farewell.

Gadzooks! What a big chunk of God is to be found by looking into the face of someone you love!

I'm gonna cry all over your hair.

Books -where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables, as we did in Kansas

She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin only the cloth of her gloves, and yet it did not matter. You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.