Quotes About Emotion

A baseball bat could not have hit me harder than that smile did. I was sixteen years old. In that time, how many thousands of smiles had been aimed at me? so why did this one feel like the first?

This was the start of a period that blurs as I try to recall it. Incidents seem to cascade and merge. Events become feelings, fellings become events. Head and heart are contrary historians.

It was different with you, Leo. In the eyes and ears of my heart, you and the magic are one and the same.

To have a girl two thousand miles away going to pieces over you, weeping at the mere memory of you, losing her appetite, losing herself and her self respect - well, that's a trophy enough for a guy's ego, huh?

What she saw, she felt. Her eyes went straight to her heart.

Today the mockingbird does not sound very happy. It sounds if it is coming apart. As of the very heart of itself-its song-is breaking into pieces and flying off in a hundred directions.

Maybe it was the angle, but her fawn's eyes, looking up at me, seemed larger than ever. I had to make an effort to keep my balance lest I fall into them.

Amanda took the torn page from Maniac. To her, it was the broken wing of a bird, a pet out in the rain.

Love makes its own magic.

She was gone. She was serenity. Her lips faintly smiling. Her golden skin. The glowing thread-ends of her hair. She seemed to have been dipped iin sunlight and set here to dry. I felt a pang of jealousy, that she could be sitting next to me and not know it. That she could be somewhere most wonderful and I could not be there, too.

There's nothing sadder than a sobbing waffle.

Every day brings a new memory of something we did a year ago. A parade of unhappy anniversaries.

She laughed when there was no joke. She danced when there was no music.

His nostrils flared, he was breathing like a picadored bull.

When a stargirl cries, she sheds no tears but light.

I'm always afraid. Is that what love is—fear?

In the eyes and ears of my heart, you and the magic are one and the same.

He just did it for the same reason he does everything else - he felt like it.

I'm afraid she'll look at him in some way that she doesn't look at me. I'm afraid that when I go to bed at night I'll still be wondering. I'm always afraid. Is that what love is— fear?

I was feeling nine ways at once, and they all ended up at the touch of her hand on my ear...

And there was more to her seeing than that. What she saw, she felt. Her eyes went straight to her heart.

They stood staring at each other's face, the only place their eyes were safe.

was revolted and spellbound at the same time. Movies didn't get much better than that.

Still he had not cracked a smile, but his eyes were different now, they were here.