Quotes About Emotion

THERE ARE MANY ASPECTS OF HUMAN EXISTENCE that I will never understand, and I don't just mean intellectually. I mean that I lack the ability to empathize, as well as the capacity to feel emotion.

I kissed the top of her head. It smelled wonderful, a combination of baby shampoo and whatever intoxicating pheromone it is that babies rub into their scalps.

She lifted both hands chest-high and shook them from the wrist, and I very clearly thought, Wow. She's wringing her hands.

Loneliness is an art form

That's why, when West was asked during his team's playoff loss to San Antonio about the possibility of hiring Jackson, he said, curtly, "Fuck Phil Jackson." Yes, Fuck Phil Jackson.

Troy earned all of our respect," says Garry Cobb, the Dallas linebacker. "He got killed and refused to cry. I've been on the field when quarterbacks cry, and it ain't pretty. Dan Marino was a crier—'Whose man was that! Where's the blocking! Whah! ' But Aikman—never. Aikman was a man.

Love, Colter Shaw had learned, could be an endlessly refillable prescription of madness.

Calm, Corte. Whatever happens you have to stay calm. When you look into your opponent's face, when you talk to him, it should be like you're discussing cornflakes. Never more emotional than that. . . . Emotion's deadly. What

Men often fall in love at first sight

darling,' said Virginia quietly.

Regret, already sogging me down, burst its dam. It seeped into my legs, it pooled in my heart.

Every letter was a love letter.

Remember that day you said you loved me? Remember that? See, you could do that because you're basically a sane person, who grew up in a loving, sane family. You could take a risk like that. But in my family we didn't go around saying we loved each other. We went around screaming at each other. So what do I do, when you say you love me? I go and undermine it.

Every letter was a love letter. Of course, as love letters went, this one could have been better. It was not very promising, for instance, that Madeleine claimed not to want to see him for the next half-century.

The more she thought about it, the more Madeleine understood that extreme solitude didn't just describe the way she was feeling about Leonard. It explained how she'd always felt when she was in love. It explained what love was like and, just maybe, what was wrong with it.

At night the cries of cats making love or fighting, their caterwauling in the dark, told us that the world was pure emotion, flung back and forth among its creatures, the agony of the one-eyed Siamese no different from that of the Lisbon girls, and even the trees plunged in feeling.

Her eyes watered and she was a foot taller than any of her sisters, mostly because of the length of her neck which would one day hang from the end of a rope.

He left in a state of distraction and a winter coat.

Heartbreak is funny to everyone but the heartbroken.

every now and then he would tilt his head back so that his sunglasses reflected sky, and would say, I love her. Every time he said it he seemed delivered of a profundity that amazed him, as though he had coughed up a pearl.

and the love he felt at that moment, truer than all subsequent loves because it never had to survive.

Is there anything as incredible as the love story of your own parents?

Her face was calm, but inside she was tense.

By cutting off my hair I was punishing myself for loving someone so much. I was trying to be stronger.