Quotes About Emotion

You are a veritable poet of desire

What becomes of this emotion we call envy when it is uncoupled from fear and malice? Does it remain a sin? Or is it simply an honest assessment of the human condition?

In the end, I didn't know why I loved her to the point of distraction. I knew only that I did.

and I didn't know if I was proud or indignant that he hadn't noticed.

Amore e odio sono due lati di una stessa lama. A dividerli è un filo più tagliente di quelli del pugnale del tuo cassiliano.

Love is something that must be given Ã¢â'¬â€ it can't be bought with words or pity, or even reason.

It sneaks up on you, Anne-the habit. And after all emotion is gone and logic takes over, the habit is still there. For the rest of your life

Vicky's only been dead an hour and yet she's already a memory.

Poor licklewickle cry-baby buggy-wuggy,' she muttered.

he's only got to look at me to see he comes first. First and last and all the stages in between. I

It seemed so real it truly felt as if we were wrapped in rich furs, gliding over shiny white ice, with polar bears lumbering past, seals barking and waving their flippers, and penguins sliding comically on their tummies down the icy slopes into the black sea. My heart melted in this freezing fantasy land and in two minutes I loved Dad so much I was willing to forgive him anything.

I felt tears pricking inside my eyelids. Maybe I came first with Oliver

The heart does not know chronos time, Maisie.

And I know only too well how time can cast a sort of skin over an event—a membrane that gets thicker until a point where broaching the subject is all but impossible, even when you think you can face the grief and terror once more.

Grief should be aired, not buried.

I believe it's called 'irrational reasoning.' It's what happens to people when they're scared

know that expression—only a man could cause a woman to look like that

Standing alongside a harp, she stretched out her hand and ran her fingers across the strings, the tumble of notes reminding her of a shower on a bright day, of primrose petals bending to the weight of raindrops. She regretted never having learned to play an instrument.

But you just know when someone's there, don't you? You can feel them in the house, as if--oh, I don't know, I'm an old woman rambling--but it's as if your heart knows that their heart is beating somewhere and everything's all right.

Fear had to be handled with care, managed so it became a tool, not a weight.

Somewhere in my brain each laugh, tear and lullaby becomes memory .

Don't you know you take my heart with you everywhere you go?

She had told him that she loved him. He had known that, but hearing it in the traditional phrase had affected him in new and blinding ways. Ways that made him believe that he could do anything. Anything she needed or wanted him to do. Because her loving him meant so much more than him loving her.

He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw until she thought he would break a tooth. No doubt he was giving himself a very intense lecture on inappropriate thoughts during lifesaving moments.