Quotes About Emotion

Love is not for the weak, my heart. You must have courage.

There's no need to act just because you have a feeling.

That sound . . . that sound, it came from his mouth. It was the song of something dying. Something that never did live.

You always feel better after you sing. It's like exercise, or eating your vegetables, or mediation. But with glitter and the occasional high note.

The man has not been created who is disinterested in kissing.

I could fall in love with this woman.

Even if it was not a love match for either of them.

I've a deuced strong desire to kiss you," he said huskily.

was terrified. Her heart

Bad, quirky poetry might be better than some of the good stuff, because it really comes from the heart.

A woman stood on the sidewalk, her arms outstretched and her face turned to the sky. Sheer enjoyment splashed across her features, its intensity tugging at his heart. It was a raw emotion he rarely witnessed.

My whole life sort of ended when my mom died.

He kissed me hard and I kissed him back harder, like it was the end of an era that had lasted all of my life.

There was the woman I was before my mom died and the one I was now, my old life sitting on the surface of me like a bruise.

The body knows. When your heart sinks. When you feel sick to your gut. When something blossoms in your chest. When your brain gloriously pops. That's your body telling you the One True Thing. Listen to it.

I did not cry. I only breathed. Horribly. Intentionally. And then forgot to breathe.

To love and be loved. That is the meaning of life.

I put her burnt bones into my mouth and swallowed them whole.

The amount that she loved us was beyond her reach. It could not be quantified or contained. It was the ten thousand named things in the Tao Te Ching's universe and then ten thousand more.

I chose Van Gogh.

No one can touch that love or alter it or take it away from you. Your love for your son belongs only to you. It will live in you until the day you die.

Our minds are small, but our hearts are big.

She loved us more than all the named things in the world.

I cried and I cried and I cried. I wasn't crying because I was happy. I wasn't crying because I was sad. I wasn't crying because of my mother or my father or Paul. I was crying because I was full...I didn't feel like a big fate idiot anymore. And I didn't feel like a hard-ass motherfucking Amazonian queen. I felt fierce and humble and gathered up inside, like I was safe in this world too.