Quotes About Emotion

I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.

I look at you, Masha, and it is like drinking cold water. I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

Her heart ached as though a knife had quietly slipped between her ribs.

Hats change everything. September knew this with all her being, deep in the place where she knew her own name, and that her mother would still love her even though she hadn't waved goodbye. For one day her father had put on a hat with golden things on it and suddenly he hadn't been her father anymore, he had been a soldier, and he had left. Hats have power. Hats can change you into someone else.

I perceive that you have a cruel heart, my child. It lies within your breast like a smoldering blade, hissing steam at me.

her cry is a hook and it catches me in the throat.

Of late, she had felt coldness in herself, and though she feared it, she loved it too, for it made her strong.

Love rarely waits for permission.

But love is love, and love is compulsion. I must, and I do.

I still want to kiss you. To feel the life in you seize on the life in me. Raw and fresh and new.

He tried to reconstruct the story in his mind, but it kept getting confused, bleeding into itself like watercolors.

One of the many quotes on love..."Love can come only with time and sentience. We learn it as we learn language--and some never learn it well. Love is like a tool, though it is not a tool; something strange and wonderful to use, difficult to master, and mysterious in its provenance.

Why should I care about you first kiss,' he said. 'You can kiss anyone you like. But sometimes if you wanted to kiss me, that would be all right, too.

She was ... unhappy. It was part of her, you could not separate her from it. She was sad the way a horse is strong or a bird flies.

You're not in love if you keep your own heart bricked up behind your bones. You're only playing.

Everyone has their invisible cloak of all things past.

Falling in love is embarrassing. It is not hardcore. It is not part of the scene.

How long was it, between the time when you were happy, and the time when you wanted to kill him?

She is so stubborn her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat.

Things I Will Try to Say More Often: Why? I love you. I'm sorry. May I have chocolate? Yes. yes. yes.

I won't be one of the hundreds telling you that being alive flows like a story you write consciously, deliberately, full of linear narrative, foreshadowing, repetition, motifs. The emotional beats come down where they should, last as long as they should, end where they should, and that should come from somewhere real and natural, not from the tyranny of the theatre, the utter hegemony of fiction.

It is not possible to posses so many colors and a hard heart.

he did love her, even if it was beef-love: stupid and tough and overcooked.