Quotes About Emotion

Sin lágrimas, por favor. Es un desperdicio de buen sufrimiento.

Of course. Remember, I've seen you in her. And it's wonderful.

No passion, only sudden lust, and just as sudden indifference.

That's fucked," he remarked, sounding a damn sight less nonchalant than he felt.

This kind of business (murder) required detachment. The trick was to do it almost casually, as you might flick on the radio, or swat a mosquito.

Si el amor se alimenta de música, seguid tocando (Shakepeare)

Men's supply of passion, she knew from long experience, was easily depleted. Though they might threaten to move earth and heaven too, half an hour later their boasts would be damp sheets and resentment.

No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering.

He'd never seen such a look on any human face: such a wilderness of innocent malice. A

Somebody's voice rose in prayer, another simply sobbed. What grief was this? Not his passing, surely. He was too minor to earn such lamentation.

I keep a bedside journal. I am very affected by dream information. They might be scary to other people, but they're mine, so they don't feel scary. I'd wake up in a cold sweat if I didn't dream these things...

Revulsion gave heat to his heals.

He told me he loved me, Clem.' Oh Lord.' 'And I believed him.' 'How many dozens of men have told you that?' 'Yes, but he was different 'Famous last words.

Nothing's right .... except what you feel and know.

Books are like people, when they are open they are red

Everybody is a book of blood; Wherever we're opened, we're red. The Book of Blood The dead have highways.

a creature of impulse.

I think sometimes horror fiction has a significance which we forget, which is if you fear something in fiction, you have the chance of a resolution. You have a chance that the story will finish itself.

Hate remembered though; hate remembered long after love had forgotten

She was liquid; a boundless sea in a single body, a deluge in a small room, and I will gladly drown in her, if she grants me the chance.

143 I love you

She doesn't speak, and I say nothing more. We just stare at each other, letting the tears roll down our cheeks. That's what tears are for, after all. A way for the soul to bleed.

And to be wroth with one we love…Doth work like madness in the brain.

I want nothing from love, in short, but love.