Quotes About Emotion

tunelessly through closed teeth. I had a true wife but I left her ... oh, oh, oh. The jeep skidded to a halt

But to grieve; it's to die and be alive at the same time. The most absolute, overpowering experience you can feel, therefore. Sometimes I swear we weren't constructed to go through such a thing; it's too much - your body damn near self-destructs with all that heaving and surging.

Triste?ea e cea mai puternic? emo?ie pe care-o poate sim?i un om, un copil sau un animal. E un sentiment bun.

He cupped her sharp, small chin in the palm of his hand, lifted her head so that she had to face him. I wonder what it's like to kiss an android, he said to himself. Leaning forward an inch he kissed her dry lips. No reaction followed; Rachael remained impassive. As if unaffected. And yet he sensed otherwise. Or perhaps it was wishful thinking.

A bad emotion, he knew. Curiosity was, especially in Party activities, often a terminal state careerwise.

Diga-me por que você prefere a mim — pediu — Doente e mesquinha do jeito que eu sou. — Não consigo explicar com exatidão — Na verdade, não saberia explicar nem mesmo parcialmente; era um mistério. Ainda assim, era a verdade, sentia-o dentro de si.

Telepathic power and empathy are two versions of the same thing.

His face fell by degrees

What will survive of us is love. - from A Writer

On me your voice falls as they say love should, Like an enormous yes.

I am always trying to 'preserve' things by getting other people to read what I have written, and feel what I felt.

Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.

Men and women are moved by tides much fiercer than you can imagine, and they sweep us all up into the current.

Just sort of relax your mind and say yes, it does hurt, I know. Don't try and shut it out.

It was such a strange tormenting feeling when your daemon was pulling at the link between you; part physical pain deep in the chest, part intense sadness and love. Everyone tested it when they were growing up: seeing how far they could pull apart, coming back with intense relief.

Looking at them now, thought Jim, you'd never believe they weren't in love with each other, and not with a hopeless, doomed obsession like poor Isabel Meredith. This was what love ought to be like: playful and passionate and teasing, and dangerous, too, with sharp intelligence in it.

Well, said Mary, love is ferocious, too.

It might have been a new way for her heart to beat.

Thou shalt not might' reach the head but it takes 'Once upon a time' to reach the heart. Also: We need stories so much that we're even willing to read bad books to get them.

Stories aren't made of language: they're made of something else. A little earlier I said that stories were about life; perhaps they're made of life.

Where did this love come from? I don't know; it came to me like a thief in the night, and now I love her so much my heart is bursting with it.

But we shouldn't believe things because it makes us happy to, she thought. We should believe things because they're true, and if that makes us unhappy, that's very unfortunate, but it's not the reason of fault.

We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our hearts are continually racked with pain. We

Malcolm stared back calmly, though he felt anything but calm: if that monkey had a name, it might be Malice, he thought.