Quotes About Emotion

Later, much later, she said the same, that it was love pre first site, that she'd walked around that whole morning and afternoon somehow knowing that this would be the last first date of her life.

It was like when your car spins out on an icy road, and your senses turn up so high that time seems to slow because you notice everything, and you just sit in your spinning car waiting, waiting to see if you're, going to die. He couldn't loos at her because every sense and every fraction of a moment and every atom of his body was being in love with her. It was weird.

It was like when your car spins out on an icy road, and your senses turn up so high that time seems to slow because you notice everything, and you just sit in your spinning car waiting, waiting to see if you're going to die. He couldn't look at her because every sense and every fraction of a moment and every atom of his body was being in love with her. It was weird.

Feeling loved = being loved. That's all.

Date someone who sleeps instead, someone who thinks slowly and deeply and talks in words that don't need to be memorized from flash cards.

That's what all stories want. They want to get out, get told, get heard. Otherwise, what's the point of stories? They want to help little boys go to sleep. They want to help stubborn mamas fall in love with dads. They want to teach people things and make them laugh and cry.

Art without emotion its like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag.

She dreamed that the kiss had been like flint on steel, and Karis had ignited like tinder.

It's not the having that matters to you, am I right? So you can imagine living your whole life beside me, in a state of unfulfilled desire, and that's acceptable to you because it is desire itself that gives you joy.

Oft in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shown Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken. (from When the Splendor Falls by Laurie McBain)

Our capacity to disregard and discount viscerally painful experiences is so ingrained that we have come to believe that "moving forward" means not allowing ourselves to be moved at all.

Practice in the art of swiping away whatever we don't want to face leaves us ill prepared to face tragic events in our own lives.

He said nothing. Very sarcastically.

Impossibility is a log thrown on the fires of love.

Dear Aspiring Author; Write with heart. Put that open, honest, bare soul on paper.

Our heart chooses for us, or a tiny whisper inside that is too faint for us to hear.

I think dance is amazing because what people don't realize is like when you dance your spirit and your soul get ignited. You're not only releasing endorphins, but also your spirit is awakening. It makes you feel good and happy.

See no one loves you more than me...and no one ever will

I get mad when you walk away (don't walk away from me cmon now), so I tell you leave when I mean stay

Vociferation and calmness of character seldom meet in the same person.

Who cuts is easily wounded. The readier you are to offend the sooner you are offended.

The immoderate cannot laugh moderately.

We reveal something of our nature when we sing, something that can be disguised in our speaking voice.

There are times when we need the rocket fuel of singing and dancing to power us through an act of blind faith. Falling in love is one of those times, when we need to move into a phase of enchantment with enough force so that when things cool and the air clears, we are locked into that person, that love. We fall in love and we sing as we walk down the street; we turn up the music and dance.