Quotes About Emotion

You are in my stomach' was their most intimate expression of love

I don't know if she is outside of me or inside of me, but she is here. I feel her love for me. I feel my love reach her.

He seems smaller, his hug without much muscle.

You can't really love from inside a big thick shell.

Tomorrow after you leave I will stand here at this window and remember that yesterday you were right here with me.

I didn't want to miss the euphoria. I haven't, have I? You said it happened at the second-month mark.

We went from French to a sort of hybrid of the Catalan and Castilian that he taught me, and I wonder if that's part of the reason I don't miss him, that everything we ever said to each other was in languages I'm starting to forget.

I wasn't sure how I would kiss her without lifting her up to my lips. She laughed as if I had said this out loud.

Jag skriver inte för att jag tror att jag har något att säga. Jag skriver för att om jag inte gör det känns allt bara värre [karaktärens ord]

I can tell he lost someone close somehow. You can feel that in people, an openness, or maybe it's an opening that you're talking into. With other people, people who haven't been through something like that, you feel the solid wall. Your words go scattershot off of it.

Han parkerar på min gata och vi hånglar lite till. Inget prat. Inga pussar. Kyssarna är långa och intima, som om vi berättar allt det vi behöver säga varandra på det här viset

Det är så mycket lättare att gråta när man känner någons armar runt sig [Karaktärens ord]

At night you cried, because everyone around you was crying, halls and halls of boys crying in the dark for their brothers. 'Tears are not endless and we have no more.' That is the line I like best of all those war poets.

Even still, it took a long time to feel much of anything again.

Polky Polky I used to call it." "Dot Dot, actually." Hanne smiled. "Dot Dot. I thought you were the most beautiful singer in the whole world." Oda felt pitched up onto the crest of a wave, like one of those boats far out at sea.

Everything we ever said to each other was in languages I'm starting to forget.

Third date, I want to say, but I can't with Silas. Our dates are not self-conscious like that. We don't acknowledge that they're happening or say what they mean. IT all feels a bit haphazard and weightless, and to call attention to this might let out too much of the air.

Good heavens,' he says. 'Is that what it's like with your writers? The word "snug" and you're mad in love?

He gripped the pages and told me they were all for me, about me, because of me. But when he was at the podium and I was in the first row, he never looked at me. When he read a poem about eating a peach on an overturned rowboat, the peach I'd brought, the rowboat where we'd sat together, he said it was for his mother, who loved peaches.

We hold hands on the way back, but it feels like we're still kissing. My whole body responds to his hand in mine.

We all lose our cammin." "It's so physical. It feels like my body is rejecting me". Pg 275.

I don't write because I think I have something to say. I write because if I don't, everything feels even worse

It was strong, whatever was between us, thick, like the wet air and the smell of every green thing ready to bloom.

La cucina bears the scents of its past, and every event in its history is recorded with an olfactory memorandum. Here vanilla, coffee, nutmeg, and confidences; there the milky-sweet smell of babies, old leather, sheep's cheese, and violets. In the corner by the larder hangs the stale tobacco smell of old age and death, while the salty scent of lust and satiation clings to the air by the cellar steps along with the aroma of soap, garlic, beeswax, lavender, jealousy, and disappointment.