Quotes About Emotion

It happened and I wish it didn't, it's just life isn't it

I loved him.' 'You didn't know him.' 'Of course I knew him. I listened to him sing every single day. The things he sings about, that's him. I know him better than I know you. He understood me.

It seemed that whether you felt something, or whether you felt nothing, it didn't matter: your responses were off either way.

Ya sé que no debería gustarme esa canción, pero me gusta.

He's a sweet man whose crime was that he didn't love me quite enough, and because this wasn't much of a crime I had to make up some bigger ones.

Love should have no alternatives; love should be the sole reason for loving; love should spring of itself.

I fell in love when I was twenty-six. Love in my interpretation comes once in a lifetime.

She watched her lover in silence; words would have been too big, too solid for what they had done together.

He wanted to shout, telling her to stop. He wanted to tell her that he could stay, that he wanted to stay, that if leaving meant losing her, then going home wasn't worth it. But the words stayed trapped inside him...

I remember unloading guns beneath a complex heaven

I would be a fool to lose my heart to him, but I am tempted more each day.

I believe it is love, but how does one tell?" Her friend's gaze grew thoughtful. "The signs are usually recognizable. When you love a man, he becomes the center of your world. You yearn to be with him, and when you are not, he is constantly on your mind. He brightens your day. His simplest touch sparks passion in you... a tender look fires a warmth in your heart. Life feels empty without him.

In her own uniquely spirited way, she had pierced his armor and burrowed unerringly into his heart

This isn't kissing. This is savoring your taste.

Abduction is a romantic expression of passion.

My capitulation wasn't dependent on a legend or a Shakespearean play, however. You were the reason I fell in love, sweet, precious Sophie. His gazed softened. How could I help but love you? I feel joy just being with you. I feel pleasure at the sound of your voice...

Mom? I said. She turned. Can I talk to you about something? Of course, darling. Come here. I took a few steps into the room. There was so much I wanted to say. I need you to be -- I said, and then I started to cry. Be what? she said, opening her arms. Not sad, I said.

Let's stand under a tree, she said. Why? Because it's nicer. Maybe you should sit on a chair, and I'll stand above you, like they always do with husbands and wives. That's stupid. Why's it stupid? Because we're not married. Should we hold hands? We can't. But why? Because, people will know. Know what? About us. So what if they know? It's better when it's a secret. Why? So no one can take it from us.)

One of us had loved the other more perfectly, had watched the other more closely, and one of us listened and the other hadn't, and one of us held on to the ambition of the one idea far longer than was reasonable, whereas the other, passing a garbage can one night, had casually thrown it away.

When we went into the ocean, I watched his body as he dove into the waves, and it gave me a feeling in my stomach that wasn't an ache but something different.

Don't you see?" I said. "He could change every detail, but he couldn't change her." "But why?" His obtuseness frustrated me. "Because he was in love with her!" I said. "Because, to him, she was the only thing that was real.

The oldest emotion in the world may be that of being moved; but to describe it-just to name it-must have been like trying to catch something invisible.

It's strange what the heart can do when the mind is giving the directions.

Then I turned the page and at the top it said THINGS I MISS ABOUT M and there was a list of 15 things, and the first was THE WAY HE HOLDS THINGS. I did not understand how you can miss the way somebody holds things.