Quotes About Emotion

Desire is suffering. A simple equation, and a nice catchphrase. But flipped around, it is more troubling: suffering is desire. Not a unidirectional arrow, not causal, as in, desire leads to suffering. Desire is suffering, and therefore, by axiom, suffering is desire.

Will? What are you doing?" "Being in love with you." "No, you're not. You're falling in love." "Same thing." "Not the same thing," she says. "Falling in love is a story." She says that telling a love story is something one person does. Being in love takes both of them. Putting her on a pedestal is just a different way of being alone.

She doesn't look at me, but I feel, or maybe I wish or I imagine, that something in the way that she does not look at me is not quite the same. She is not-looking at me in a way that feels like she is consciously not-looking at me. And from the way she is not-looking at me, I can tell she knows that I am trying to not-look at her. We are both not-looking at each other. And yet, there is something in the way she is not-looking at me. For the first time in a long while, I have hope.

Don't vajazzle our memories

Why should poetry have to make sense?

my lips never know my problem they just always smile

Patriotism is too deep a feeling to depict in the posing for a photograph.

I walk in the Rain, so people won't see my tears.

I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.

We think too much and feel too little.

Perfect love is the most beautiful of all frustrations because it is more than one can express.

and if you haven't lived through it, you couldn't possibly understand how it was.

Arran's grey-blue eyes opened and they were clear and bright. He smiled at Maxie. 'I love you, Mum,' he said quietly and he died in Maxie's arms.

his native Russian, 'Do svidanja.' 'Do svidanja.

I wanted to deal with someone's idea of their relationship.

Why do I fall in love with every woman I see that shows me the least bit of attention?

We are what we love, not what loves us.

Clem: Hide me somewhere deeper, somewhere really buried. Joel: Where? Clem: Hide me in your humiliation.

The best way to not get your heart broken, is pretending you don't have one.

making her frown. He quickly shifted back to mist

Reader, I married him.

Feeling without judgement is a washy draught indeed but judgement untempered by feeling is too bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition.

This was the scene she saw in her mind. What he needed--or at least wanted. Submission. Stepping around the chair, she stood before him. Dropping the sheet she had used to wrap around herself, she stood before him, naked, listening to his sharp inhalation of breath. Then, she lay at his feet, just as she saw in his mind. "No," he whispered, but she knew this was what he wanted. Her to come to him willingly. To accept him as he was.

Jane, look at me," he asked, and when she did, he knew she was seeing what she needed in his eyes. "You are the only woman for me–it"s only ever been you. I told you once before, that I have never loved before you, and I will never love again. Jane," he said, forcing her face to down to his. "There is no condition on my love. No end to my desire. Don"t put them there, my love.