Quotes About Emotion

My mother clutches at the collar of my shirt. I rub her back and feel her tears on my neck. It's been decades since our bodies have been this close. It's an odd sensation, like a torn ligament knitting itself back, lumpy and imperfect, usable as long as we know not to push it too hard.

Pain makes us crazy. All we want is to throw the live coal of it as far from us as we can, not thinking what we might set afire.

No, Ashok. Love is not a tap. It flows and flows like blood from a wound, and you can die of it.

Who held his cries in until red swam behind his eyelids like bleeding stars.

Rage rises up in me until my whole body is scorched, for some kinds of burning don't require a fire. Not a word of love, not a word of apology for the sorrow he has caused me. Not a word about the unjust and cruel way in which he sent me away. He hasn't even called me by my name.

Love comes like lightning , and disappears the same way.. If you are lucky it strickes you right..

I learned a new fact about love that day: it could kill. Sometimes it could kill instantaneously.

My heart is yours, as yours is mine.

only towards one man can I feel that wrenching whirlwind emotion, soaring to heaven, flung down to hell, both at once.

Would you like to come in?" I said. My hands were sweaty. Inside my chest an ocean heaved and crashed and heaved again. "I would," he said. I saw his Adam's apple jerk as he swallowed. "Thank you." I was distracted by that thank you. We had moved past the language of formality long ago. It was strange to relearn it with each other.

For the first time I admit I am giving myself to love. Not the worship I offered the Old One, not the awe I felt for the spices. But human love, all tangled up, at once giving and demanding and pouting and ardent. It frightens me, the risk of it. And I see that the risk lies not in what I always feared, the anger of the spices, their desertion. The true risk is that I will somehow lose this love.

sometimes one has to drop logic and go with the instinct of the heart, even if it contradicts law.

Pain, which is ultimately only like itself.

They receded into mist, leaving me with another lesson: once mistrust has wounded it mortally, love can't be fully healed again.

Such is the seduction of love: it makes you not want to think too much. It makes you unwilling to question the one you love.

This is a wonderful, beautiful, and sad book, and I've been recommending it like crazy." —Modern Mrs. Darcy

The ideal of warriorship is that the warrior should be sad and tender, and because of that, the warrior can be very brave as well.

One cannot love with the eyes alone.

What the eyes do not see can never pain the heart.

If I showed you what was in my heart," she said, "it would burn you to a cinder. "I've tried to burn you similarly," it said, "but you never even noticed when I opened my chest.

I am...sad and angry. I look back at my life and all I can remember is rage and rage and rage.

Fuck)! Jim cried, and certainly it felt like a generative word. It felt like he was using it correctly for the first time, like saying Jesus! when you saw Him in a piece of blackened toast, or Oh my God! when a bush in your backyard happened spontaneously to burst into flame.

The playwright Rose Franken said, "Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly.

he loved who he thought she was.