Quotes About Emotion

exacerbate , v . I believe your exact words were: You're getting too emotional.

I can see that the sadness has returned. And it's not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.

To love--to fall--is not a question. To touch--to kiss--to speak--those are questions.

When it comes to true dance, it's not about how you look, it's all about the joy you feel.

In my experience, desire is desire, love is love.

I measure the moment in the heartbeats I skip

I am jealous of anyone who can make other people care so much.

You are happy even if you are afraid to admit it.

Making love without noise is like playing a muted piano-fine for practice, but you cheat yourself out of hearing the glorious results.

For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved.

Even though it was hard to see you, it was good to see you.

All sorts of yayness floods my brain. Love is such a drug.

ineffable , adj . these words will ultimately end up being the barest of reflections, devoid of the sensations words cannot convoy. Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.

But we comforted ourselves with what we really meant to say, which was: I don't normally feel this good about what I'm doing. Measure the hope of that moment, that feeling. Everything else will be measured against it.

The tenderness between two people can turn the air tender, the room tender, time itself tender. As I step out of bed and slip on an oversize shirt, everything around me feels like it's the temperature of happiness.

It is not desire. Instead it is something deeper. I don't want to be with him constantly and forever. I want to be with him for the moment, and I want the moments to go on forever.

It's b******* to think of friendship and romance being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variatons of the same desire to be close.

ardent, adj. It was after sex, when there was still heat and mostly breathing, when there was still touch and mostly thought... it was as if the whole world could be reduced to the sound of a single string being played, and the only thing this sound could make me think of was you. Sometimes desire is in the air; sometimes desire is liquid. And every now and then, when everything else is air and liquid, desire solidifies, and the body is the magnet that draws its weight.

Music is everywhere. It's in the air between us, waiting to be sung.

There's no way to release yourself from a memory. It ends when it wants to end, whether it's in a flash or long after you've begged it to stop.

I know it was more than that. But it was also less than that, too.

The words that matter always stay.

I've lost track of where friendship ends and falling begins. (this is the foolish refrain of the hopelessly devoted.) there are times I want to kiss you midsentence. undo the not-doing with one gesture.

The minute I knew I was in love was the minute when there was no question about it.