Quotes About Emotion

How good the rain would feel, like crying all over her body.

the right side of her heart had swollen, as if it had had too much to hold.

Neither ever mentioned this most tender hope.

Something inside Izzy reached out to something in her and caught fire.

To the others it was just another photo, but to them it was unbearably intimate, like catching a glimpse of your own naked body in a mirror.

Pearl, my darling," her mother said. "I'm so sorry. It's time to go." She took Mia's hand, and Pearl, uprooted, came free and followed her mother back to the car.

She recognized it at once: love, one-way deep adoration that bounced off and did not bounce back; careful, quiet love that didn't care and went on anyway. It was too familiar to be surprising

But those words had haunted James. How they must have wound around his heart, binding tighter over the years, slicing into the flesh.

Her clearest memory of her father was a feel and a smell: the bristle of his cheek against hers as he lifted her up, and the tingle of Old Spice in her nostrils.

She could not mistake it. She recognized it at once: love, one-way deep adoration that bounced off and did not bounce back; careful, quiet love that didn't care and went on anyway.

He understood everything she did not say, which at its core was: Don't let go .

Qualcosa in quello scambio di sguardi tra madre e figlia aveva acciuffato il cuore di Mrs Richardson come un retino per farfalle.

As he began to speak, her cheeks went hot, as if she'd stepped into summer sun.

The hypothetical past perfect, the tense of missed chances. Tears dripped down her chin. No, she thought suddenly. I could do that.

Her brother himself stood silent, awed and grateful, 1981 glistening in his eyes like a beautiful far-off star, and something wobbled inside Lydia and tumbled into her chest with a clang.

At the sight of her on the phone, a lightness crossed his face, like clouds shifting after strong wind. She saw him as he must have looked when he was young, long before she had been born: boyishly hopeful, possibilities turning his eyes into stars.

The photos stirred feelings she couldn't quite frame in words, and this, she decided, must mean they were true works of art.

ANGER IS FEAR'S BODYGUARD, a poster in the hospital

Anger is fear's bodyguard

Don't ever smile if you don't want to,' she said.

As if memory were a bead that might spring from her fingers, clatter to the floor, roll into a crack and disappear.

All her life, she had learned that passion, like fire, was a dangerous thing. It so easily went out of control.

the past you remembered and the future you longed for all existed at once. You could see it every time you looked at her: layered in her face was the baby she'd been and the child she'd become and the adult she would grow up to be, and you saw them all simultaneously, like a 3-D image. It

He remembers again, and he is always angrier than before.