Quotes About Emotion

Look at you. How did you happen to me?" Gods, shew as just going to cry if he kept this up. "I just . . . there's no one else. Ever. It's you until I no longer draw breath.

Music was alchemy. Music was sex. When it was right, when everything fit together just perfectly, it was better than any feeling he'd ever experienced.

I don't have poetry like you do. I only know that I love how my sheets smell after you've been in my bed.

This was happy in a way she hadn't felt in so long. It rushed through her as she soaked it in. She hadn't even realized how starved she'd been for this. Not just sex, but zing. That connection with someone that lifts them into a totally different category in your life.

There's some language of flowers stuff that says what color roses mean what things. So I got you all the colors of roses they had because your everything….

For a split second, his finger touches my skin, and he might as well have brushed me with a lit match.

She was incapable of dragging herself away from him; Even though talking over the situation with him had shattered her, being without him would have been even worse,as if it were only his presence that was stopping the pieces flying away in all directions.

My angel-boy is close now, as in five-feet-away close. There's no way I'm going to burst into song in front of him. But then the contrary part of me says, you're going to let a boy keep you from singing out loud? Sing, sister! Sing! So I do, and my angel-boy turns his head.

My tears were hot and salty, and I imagine them melting my heart.

In my bedroom, I squeezed shut my eyes, because it was too hard, that memory. Too hard, too painful, too much like losing a slice of myself, which, in fact, I had.

I felt warm and happy,because the message in his eyes was,YOU'RE MINE AND I'M YOURS.

You obliterated me.

If you had the choice, would you pick Jeb over me?" "In a heartbeat," I said. "Ouch," he said.

Rufus Wainwright's cover of "Hallelujah

Natalia, Kahlia and Helen are always saying "Love you!" to each other. They say it at school, at parties, at each other's houses. They hug all the frickin time, too. Guys, on the other hand, bump fists and every so often hug their moms.

His knuckles slid down, grazing my cheek.

Tears burned in my eyes as I got to my feet. My face scrunched up and a sound came out of my throat, but even then I didn't leave. I stood there, waiting for her to stop me, and only when she looked away did I realize she already had.

I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you.

Love, the deadliest of all deadly things. It kills you. Alex. When you have it. Alex. And when you don't. Alex.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

Things are screaming inside me and my eyes feel hot.

I have said the word mother to myself so many times it is starting to lose its shock. [...] Repeat any word enough and it will cease to alarm you. Mother mother mother mother . Slowly, so slowly, I am growing used to its weight on the tip of my tongue, its echo and its shape.

I never said to myself, I am longing; that feeling lived at a level below language.

I couldn't reach her. I was never able to reach her. Maybe she moved at a pace too fast. Maybe she was too sad. She held herself stiff, a lacquered lady. I think because I couldn't feel her, I couldn't feel myself.