Quotes About Emotion

one of the truest things about people is that they will laugh in the face of terror, tragedy, and sadness

Easy to make people afraid of something they didn't understand—they had a question, so all you had to do was answer it. Didn't matter if the answer was true factually. It just had to be true emotionally—it had to answer something inside of them, blood to blood, fear to fear.

The ending lights up like Baghdad during the war and your jaw drops and the curtains close and you feel a part of something much bigger and much weirder than yourself -- the mighty power of storytelling, a power embodied by the conclusion of narrative. The ending to any story is a potent moment, a super-charged dose of a story's capability to make you feel something and to leave you reeling, wondering, feeling.

Men decide far more problems by hate, love, lust, rage, sorrow, joy, hope, fear, illusion or some other inward emotion, than by reality, authority, any legal standard, judicial precedent, or statute.

Great, you ruined my life and you don't even remember it.

There were so many things mingled in his expression--yearning, disappointment, and yes, love.

With someone you've always known and have loved without thinking, there's the strangeness of knowing everything and nothing about them at the same time.

Reza, in spite of the tears caught in his lashes like raindrops on a spider's web, did not cry.

It continued to amaze me how the touch of skin on skin had altered things: curled in the crook of his arm, my head upon his breast, I'd sensed his heart beating and for a moment hadn't been sure whether it was mine.

When you're the Woman Upstairs, nobody thinks of you first. Nobody calls you before anyone else, or sends you the first postcard. Once your mother dies, nobody loves you best of all.

It was supposed to say Great Artist on my tombstone, but if I died right now it would say such a good teacher/daughter/friend instead; and what I really want to shout, and want in big letters on that grave, too, is FUCK YOU ALL.

She, who had felt she saw so clearly that it hurt, had felt that the truth, crystalline, was, with Murray, granted her (though not through his help, or anything he did: but just by his presence; as though, indeed, he were but a part of her that had been lost, a magnificent platonic epiphany repeated, and daily repeated: this, surely, was love!), felt, now, that the weight of emotion lay like a veil, a fine mist.

But to be furious, murderously furious, is to be alive.

Oh, yes, Sir," she breathed, and with that one word—Sir—the mood shifted from friends or even lovers to something deeper, something better. Slipping

The second time they made love was even better than the first. Their bodies fit perfectly together, the eager desperation of their first time segueing into a slower, more fully realized sensual dance.

Love! Who said anything about love? Jaime

If it were not for hopes, the heart would break.

There is something you can do. You can smile. Sakura-chan, your smile is like food to a starving man for Syaoran-kun.

But then, crying when you need to cry is another way to show strength.

My heart is only thinking of one person. Being able to make that person smile makes me very happy. Staying by that person's side makes me very happy. {...} If that person is happy, I will also be happy. He is different from others. He is special.

Non dico che la amo perché voglio fare l'amore con lei… al contrario, voglio fare l'amore con lei solo perché la amo! E anche se questo non fosse possibile, io non potrei non amarla

She was filled with…a delicious blend of loneliness and fear. That's right, I can still remember how she tasted…she was absolutely delicious.

Kei means fire…but my body is always cold.

Your heart has made Cephiro a truly beautiful place.