Quotes About Emotion

They smiled at each other. Jane looked away. She picked up her mug of tea and took a sip even though it was all gone. The doorbell rang. "That will be Celeste," said Madeline. Great, thought Jane, continuing to pretend-sip her empty mug of tea. Now I'll be in the presence of both great love and great beauty.

I wish my memories would blur a bit,' Savannah had said, looking into her glass. 'I remember everything. The details never fade.

I remember Connie and me standing there at the hospital, looking at each other, not touching, not crying, just completely and utterly shocked. Our mother was too busy to die.

Now for the first time she understood that her mother wasn't resisting love so much as bearing it. Now she knew that you could love so much it literally hurt: an actual pain in the center of her chest.

Do you know the only difference between fear and excitement is the exhalation?

She still had no solution, no way out, but for just this moment she was sitting opposite someone who understood.

Back then he was thinking with his dick.

It was like I woke up when he was born. It was like he had nothing to do with that night.

Love is a decision.

People would consider it excessive and rather Italian if you started wailing at the death of an elderly person. Instead, you say things like, 'Well, he had a good innings, didn't he!' No

I'll tell you something, something important. Write this down. You ready?' 'Yes, yes, I'm ready.' 'Love is a decision.' 'Love is a decision?' 'That's right. A decision. Not a feeling. That's what you young people don't realise. That's why you're always off divorcing each other. No offence, dear.

In their wedding photos, they both have the blank-eyed, sedated look of recent trauma victims.

She felt hot liquid anger suddenly cool and harden into something powerful and immovable.

Now she understood. She could happily murder someone today! In fact, she felt like there should be some sort of recognition for her remarkable strength of character that she didn't.

Not the angry, demanding cry of a child who wants attention, or the startled cry of a child who has hurt himself. This was a grown-up type of crying: involuntary, soft, sad, weeping.

When she had first held Jacob in her arms and pressed her lips to his tender, fragile scalp, it had felt as though she were being brought back to life, like a wilting plant being watered.

When the match is over it's like waking up from a beautiful dream.

Jimmy is looking adoringly down at Connie's dark head. What would it have been like to have a man love you like that? Would it have changed something fundamental in your psyche to wake up each morning knowing that you were loved, that someone wanted to touch your body even when it got all old and wrinkly?

I'll tell you something, something important. Love is a decision. Not a feeling.

It seemed like everything he was feeling was right there in his eyes—a hint of nerves, a touch of laughter. No

No one will ever love me as fiercely as my mother did.

Idiopathic Craniofacial Erythema', or 'severe facial blushing'.

It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.

There is an ancient tribal proverb I once heard in India. It says that before we can see properly we must first shed our tears to clear the way.