Quotes About Emotion

Nostalgia is a way of remembering people and places and things, and wishing things hadn't changed. It has a sweetness to it. Sadness is just--well--being sad.

than that as Bex turned her back and started to take

But I wanted marriage for myself. I was not calculating about it. I wish I was more calculating.

Det korteste streif av ekte kjærlighet kan gi næring til et helt liv. Det må vi alltid huske.

I need someone real, who will be right for me now, here, and soon. Until then I'm lost. I think I am mad at times." Because

She had come to think of the poet as song-maker, not as scholar with her head

I miss you every time that we say goodbye, even though I know I will see you the next day. I miss you when you are across the room, and I can see you. I miss you when you sit beside me and I cannot touch you.

I am not hysterical. I'm angry, you pompous toad!." Riona tore away.

This moment's chord of earthly commotion will never be struck exactly so again-- though love does love to repeat its favorite lines.

Did he make you scream? In the middle of ripping shoulder meat from a dead mound did you rock back weak on your haunches, yellow eyes puddling cataract blue, a pulse parting your messy lips?

Admit it, you're in love because you enjoy the challenge.

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there. Become so tired, so much more aware. In becoming this, all I want to do, is be more like me. And be less like you.

Her deepest longing, perhaps, was to be loved unconditionally, and at the same time be left in peace. But she never told anyone. It is shameful and egotistical to hope for unconditional love and at the same time want to be left in peace.

and suddenly I love you beyond all measure is not just words but a heart, a soul bursting open, a stripping raw of all pretense. It is Sully, it is Gabriel, it is his tears on my face, his body in mine, our minds seamless. It is hopes and dreams and failures. It is apologies and a prayer for redemption. It is heaven and damnation. All that I am is yours pales beside it. It is everything. It is love.

Chasidah. Angel. I love you beyond all measure. That is the only real truth.

The thing with pretending you're in a good mood is that sometimes you can actually trick yourself into feeling better.

The past scampers like an alley cat through the present, leaving the paw prints of memories scattered helter-skelter.

There are few joys to compare with the telling of a well-told tale.

In Sarah's eyes I see trapped tears that have spun themselves so tightly that they can't fall onto her cheeks, but will fall instead back into the empty hollow place in her. I imagine a deep, dark well inside her that's filled with all the tears she never cries, and how cold and damp she must feel under her pinafore and inside her kind, pale body.

Liefde is niet alleen maar hartzeer of vreugde. Liefde krijgt vorm door wat wij ermee doen.

Lovers communicate not inside sentences, but between them. Passion lurks within interstice. It is grouting rather than bricks.

You were always uncomfortable with the rhetoric of emotion, which is quite a different matter from discomfort with emotion itself.

The energy it sapped from him, not being able to protect her. You wouldn't think that something you couldn't do and were not doing would take any energy, but it did.

Discomfort begets discomfort in others.