Quotes About Emotion

He believed me, and I was overwhelmed by bitterness when I saw that he did. My tears stopped; I told myself that it was quite easy to deceive those whose interest lay elsewhere.

but I believe she loved me too, in her own, warped way.

She knows he won't apologize for earlier. He never does. Instead, he'll moon around her, like he's the victim, until she's forced to say sorry or make it up to him in some way even though she's the wronged party

Being with him is like slipping on her favourite fleecy dressing gown and she worries that if she takes it off, she'll be cold and naked and vulnerable

Some wounds are invisible. It doesn't mean they're not real.

Maybe that's what made a memory powerful. Not that it happened once, but that it happened over and over again on the screen of your mind.

My heart feels not so much in my chest as in my hands. I am carrying it along swiftly, as though I have become the messenger for what is going on inside me.

There are tears there but she is too proud to blink and let one fall. If she blinked, he would take her hand and take her away from this place. This, at least, is what he tells himself. It's what she once wanted but two people hardly ever want the same thing at any given point in life. It is sometimes the hardest part of being human.

he felt the strain of being alive and wished he had stayed in bed,

That's when I did start loving Daniel. Not when I said I did, but some moments later when he replied in kind. It was the last day of January. Winter was through.

Red is much nicer than blue.

It occurs to me that, for all her flaws, my mother is a Very Nice Person. I go over to her and give her a hug. "What's that for?" she asks. "I don't know. Just felt like it.

But can someone tell you you're in love? Or do you just have to know it at a gut level? And if you can't identify it, does it even really exist?

And Derek was... what? A pair of dark eyes that hid more than they revealed and some broad shoulders and a mouth that could be cold and thin and then suddenly widen into a generous grin just when you thought such a thing was impossible.

I was isolated but not ostracized, ignored but not abused.

I've discovered over the years that the simplest explanation is almost always the right one; and that hunger of one kind or another - desire, by another name - is the source of almost every sorrow.

No one had ever touched her like this. It was perfect, almost too perfect, but only almost. "Fuck

Sensitization alone is not enough, because without fear a body will quickly repair its sensitized state.

Those who have been in the grip of passion will know its suffocating strength. It shuts down all the normal senses, occludes judgement, leaves one feeling weak and fevered.

A kiss that speaks volumes is seldom a first edition.

Sympathy is the child of imagination

All men have an emotion to kill; when they strongly dislike some one they involuntarily wish he was dead. I have never killed any one, but I have read some obituary notices with great satisfaction.

Dogs have more love than integrity. They've been true to us, yes, but they haven't been true to themselves.

Love is now, is always. All that is missing is the coup de grâce- which is called passion.