Quotes About Emotion

Anger becomes limiting, restricting. You can't see through it. While anger is there, look at that, too. But after a while, you have to look at something else.

Let heartbreak be alternative to coffe break, five midmorning minutes devoted to emotion.

I idealize you in fiction because I idealized you in real life," he continued.

she still loved him, and she could feel herself dying from it, like a disease.

I've always loved you," he whispered. "What a coincidence," she whispered back. "I've always loved you, too.

She did think of him sometimes. Lying alone in a hospital bed at 2:00 a.m., or during bouts of writer's block. He'd appear on the fringes of her thoughts—no face, just a feeling. His warm, minty-vanilla scent. The rough softness of his skin, like velvet caressed against the grain.

You push away stuff away that isn't safe and obvious, Mom, but love isn't safe and obvious. Love is risky. Take the risk, woman.

I wanna be everything," he said, his mouth against her ear. "Wanna be the reason you light up. I wanna make you laugh, make you moan, make you safe.

squeezes, their secret I love you code.

Eva bit her lip, trying to keep her guilty, thrilled smile from spreading. Shane. She'd divulged all to him.

Years ago, she'd thought love wasn't real unless it drew blood

I wanted to drown in your fucking bathwater

You push stuff away that isn't safe and obvious, Mom, but love isn't safe and obvious. Love is risky. Take the risk, woman.

Before Jenna could think, Eric flipped her on her back, hooked his arms behind her

white-hot orgasm that seemed to emanate from everywhere at once. In that moment, the only sensation she felt, the only thought in her brain, the source of all the pleasure in the world, was Eric.

When it's real, you don't fall in love with any awareness. You don't get a say. You get hit fucking hard and then process it later. You know?

I want to know without words. I want to fall so violently that I risk breaking into a million pieces.

The world was too loud for little-boy Shane. What he didn't know was that he was training himself to be a deeply empathetic writer—understanding nuanced emotion, spying humanity in unexpected places, seeing past the obvious.

won't," she whispered. "And yet you can leave me so easily for a baby you don't have and a husband you've never met. I'm here, I'm real, and I just lost to a goddamned fantasy. I must've never really had you at

Tell me what you listen to, and I'll tell you who you are.

I didn't write that song to try and win you over, or to steal you away from him. I wrote it because I knew I never could.

It sounds silly I know. But for me, the power of music rests in its ability to reach inside and touch the places where the deepest cuts lie. Like a benevolent god, a good song will never let you down.

I feel like we grew in the same womb or something. Like we've been connected from the beginning by blood and veins. Siamese soul lovers, if there could ever be such a thing.

And when Paul dove to embrace me, the look on his face was one of absolute, perfect joy—the kind of joy that can't be reproached, stolen, or marred—the kind that only the innocent or the ignorant are capable of experiencing.