Quotes About Emotion

He half believed [...] that love was capable of killing a person, and that even a worm, digesting the particularly bitter juices, could distinguish a dead corpse from love.

I love you, my mom says. I love you, my dad says. And all I say back is, I love you. Because there isn't a fancy-or better- way of saying that.

What exists physically exists first in thought and feeling. There is no other rule.

There are such subtle qualities affecting the nature of all thought, such emotional gradations, that no one is ever identical — (smile) and incidentally, no physical object in your system is an exact duplicate of any other. The atoms and molecules that compose it — any object — have their own identities that color and qualify any object that they form.

From it is woven all material of your world and mine. If you consider the wires again, then you could view them as solidified emotion, woven together, however with a strong cohesive and stiffening power of the intellect. With feeling alone, although it is the basis, you would have an inconsistent, very precarious framework. Reason is the form that disciplines and upholds these frameworks.

She made love to break love.

She could not cry. She could only sweat. Suffering was a winter luxury.

Who you are shapes how you are loved.

It was always and ever hard to tell with women why they chose one way and not another.

It was one of life's treats, wasn't it, paying a visit to your past, swinging like a ball on a string away from the person you loved, always knowing that the string must pull you back, and you would be oh so glad to get there.

But she could only remember that it was good, not how it felt.

She had felt a surge of fear so strong

hands behind his head. He took another deep breath. The whore

Arthur said, You must know that you don't love children for being good or bad. I know you know that. Why do you love them? Because you do, said Arthur. Because they don't know what's coming and maybe you do.

He laughed with a kind of mirthless bark.

Longing for something that you once had is a mistake because the pictures in your mind are never the same as whatever it is you are longing for.

What makes a good book? Scholars and critics have been debating that question for decades. I like books that touch my head and my heart at the same time.

She left two mermaid tears, crystals with a bit of salt embedded in them, on his pillow.

He knew he was not a brave man, but he had a great sense of drama. In some circumstances it could seem the same. Forcing

It is a fearful thing to love what death can touch.

Dulcibus est verbis mollis alendus amor which means By soft words must love be fostered

If she wasn't your grandmother I'd shoot her. Ranger

Why do you give me cars? It's fun, Ranger said.And it keeps you safe. Do you want to know why keeping you safe is important to me? You love me? Yes. A sigh inadvertently escaped. We're really screwed up, aren't we? In a very large way, Ranger said.

Ranger cradled my face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from my eyes. The ceremony is over. Can you make it back to the car? I nodded. I'm okay now. Am I red and blotchy from crying? Yes, Ranger said, brushing a kiss across my forehead. I love you anyway. There's all kinds of love, I said. Ranger took me by the hand and led me back to the SUV. This is the kind that doesn't call for a ring. But a condom might come in handy. That's not love, I told him. That's lust.