Quotes About Emotion

Life tells you to take the elevator, but love tells you to take the stairs.

Once you experience enormity, it lingers everywhere you look, and want to be every word you say.

And it doesn't even matter if it's true or not. What matters is that I feel it, and believe it.

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth. I know it sucks, but in a way, it's good....Love and truth being tied together, I mean. They make each other possible, you know?

It hurts that I can be so full of him while he's so empty of me.

She is my first and only love. Most people know that their first love will not be their only love. But for me, she is both.

and when he catches me off guard and says 'i love you' i catch him off guard and say 'i need your help.

A photograph it a souvenir of a memory. It is not a moment. It is the looking at the photograph that becomes the moment. Your own moment.

We hold hands as we walk through town. If anybody notices, nobody cares. I know we all like to think of the heart as the center of the body but at this moment, every conscious part of me is in the hand that he holds. It is through that hand, that feeling, that I experience everything else.

for the first time in my life i realize why hangers are called hangers, because after fifteen minutes of trying things on and throwing them aside, all i want to do is hook one to the top of my closet door, lean my neck into the loop, and let my weight fall.

And I'm moved, it's so beautiful. Not what I wrote, but to have it given back like this. To have her remember the words and the tune. To hear it in her voice.

Dispel, v. It was the way you said, "I have something to tell you." I could feel the magic drain from the room.

Let me hold on to this the way it was, before I knew anything else.

Hell, yes, Dev says, sitting up now. Don't get me wrong - we're totally going to make the beast with two backs tonight. But if we do it right, it's going to feel like holding hands.

We remember what it was like to meet someone new. We remember what it was like to grant someone possibility. You look out from your own world and then you step into his, not really knowing what you'll find there, but hoping it will be something good. Both Ryan and Avery are doing this. You step into his world and you don't even realize your loneliness is missing. You've left it behind, and you don't notice because you have no desire to turn back.

This is the power of a kiss: It does not have the power to kill you. But it has the power to bring you to life.

Measure the hope of that moment, that feeling. Everything else will be measured against it.

And I told you: I think of a photograph you took of me, up in Montreal. You told me to jump in the air, so in the picture, my feet are off the ground. Later, I asked you why you wanted me to do that, and you told me it was the only way to get me to forget about the expression on my face. You were right. I am completely unposed, completely genuine. In my mind's eye, I picture myself like that, reacting to you.

I'm swimming in your cadences that you permeate my very language.

That strange, twisted, torn love. That conflict between what your heart knows is right and what your mind is told is right.

I wanted every word to last for hours, every gaze to last for days.

I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.

You can't deny that there's something between us. No. There is. When I saw you today--I didn't know I'd been waiting for you until you were there. And then all of that waiting rushed through me in a second. That's something... but I don't know if it's certainty.

Deep breaths. I am taking deep breaths. Composure. Which, for me, means composing... Maybe this is my way of creating the illusion of control over something I have no control over. Like, if it's just a story I'm telling or a song I'm singing, then I'll be okay because I'm the guy who's providing the words.