Quotes About Emotion

A heart ain't a brain But I think That I still love you

Cause if i got you, i don't need money, i don't need cars, girl your my heart

I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SEE THE DAY THAT WE GREW APART

ARÁCNIDO" si no te importa. Los Spiderman somos muy sensibles

Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive. The next thing you know something fine will happen to her, something marvelous, and then she will turn around and smile.

If I could not smile, I think my situation would be even more serious.

And thus love makes fools of us all.

To be in love was to understand how alone one had been before. It was to know that if one were ever alone again, there would be no exemption from the agony of it. It wasn't the happiest feeling.

Off the bike she was like a smoker without cigarettes, never sure what to do with her hands. As soon as she got off the bike, her heart was expected to perform all these baffling secondary functions like loving someone and feeling something and belonging somewhere - when all she'd ever trained it to do was pump blood.

Lawrence frowned. "I don't get you," he said. "If you understood how serious your situation is, I don't think you'd smile." I shrugged. "If I could not smile, I think my situation would be even more serious.

I did not want to tell her what happened, but I had to now. I could not stop talking because now I had started my story, it wanted to be finished. We cannot choose where to start and stop. Our stories are the tellers of us.

To be in love was to understand how alone one had been before.

lips, excused from their color, had formed words relieved of their sound.

With love, one could glow. One did not need the intense flame after all. Now

With this girl – girl three in the queue – her story had made her so sad that she did not know the name of the place where she was at and she did not want to know. The girl was not even curious.

The eye may be an obligate scout but the heart is not an incurable folllower.

He reached out a hand behind the headrest of his seat and Kate took it, and they squeezed. The pressure created a fixed point in time, to which so many accelerating events could be anchored.

The gasoline flowing through the pump made a high pitched sound, as if the screaming of my family was still dissolved in it" [p.181].

When the hour had come for the war to take him away, that had been the first and last moment she had known without doubt that she loved him. One knew how one felt only when things ended. And

We were joined by what happened on the beach. Getting rid of her would be like losing a part of me. It would be like shedding a finger, or a name. I wasn't going to let that happen again.

There isn't an entity in the universe that does not know about love.

Of all the mammals, we are probably the most hopelessly romantic.

I was labeled at a young age - Miss Unemotional, Miss Cool, and that would carry over to my press conferences.

Music has a way of filling in the missing places. It is a gift from God above, who didn't have to provide it, but He did anyway and I half think He decided life just wouldn't be as good without it.