Quotes About Emotion

His voice in my ear. It did interesting things to me. It curved my back and parted my lips. I felt lazy and feline, and he wasn't even in the room.

I have loved a fool who counted kisses, she thought.

This was a little house, with a ceiling that kept getting higher and higher, a hot place with no windows. This was anger.

I'd have liked for him to say my name again, though. You know how it is when someone says your name really well, like it means something that makes the world a better place.

There were days when he touched the tip of her nose and it was enough, a miracle of plenty. But who finds happiness interesting? One day the woman stamped her foot and wished her man dead. So he died. (And now you know what a Yoruba woman can be like sometimes.)

my heart stirring this way and that like so much hot soup

He answered with a smile. The darkest and most malignant I had ever seen, too strong to be voluntary. The door, I thought. The door. But I didn't dare turn to it, in case it wasn't there.

Handmade and heartfelt; Harriet wanted everything she did to be like this.

His eyes were very bright; they'd been like that since he'd begun talking about his subject. He looked like someone in love. Well, in love the way people were in old movies.

She won't forget or recover, she is inconsolable.

According to Stendhal it takes about a year and a month to fall in love, all being well.

His dear face - his thrice-broken nose, his summer eyes.

yellow made her so nervous that she suspected it was the cause of war.

You tell me what it is when some sensation leaves you for the space of one heartbeat and returns at double strength.

One or the other of us said 'I can't,' and if it was me I don't know why because I wanted to. Maybe I'm just remembering it wrongly to help me get over the rejection.

She smiled with a scary energy, as if she had been told to at gunpoint.

Have you ever heard a note in someone's voice that said 'This is the end?' I heard it in the next words he said to me, and I stopped listening.

I sat with my head in my hands, shaking. Because the situation was so much worse than I'd thought. My husband was trying to choose between me, his wife, and someone he had made up. And I, the real woman, the wife, had nothing on the made-up girl. We each had five points in our favour. That son of a bitch.

Mami answers and her voice is hoarse and thin, and i think fight me better than this .

have liked for him to say my name again, though. You know how it is when someone says your name really well, like it means something that makes the world a better place. In Louis Chen's case, he sometimes says my name as if it were a lesser-known word for bacon.

Sometimes we cannot see or hear or breathe because of our fright that this is all our bodies will know. We're scared by the happy hollow discipline that lines our brains and stomachs if we manage to stop after one biscuit. We need some kind of answer.

I think they must have recognized something in each other, some poorly concealed intensity that other people find nerve-racking.

He held me so tightly that numbness stretched all the way down my arms and only let go a few minutes after he did. It wasn't as nice a feeling as the flag around my shoulders. But I felt more certain of it because it lasted longer.

Anecdotes are funny when you tell them," said Teffi. "But when you live through them it's a tragedy. And my life is one big joke-- in other words, a tragedy.