Quotes About Emotion

An emotional man may possess no humor, but a humorous man usually has deep pockets of emotion, sometimes tucked away or forgotten.

Dancing is like dreaming with your feet!

Jacob was to travel second class. This alone was inexpressibly tragic.

It's very simple, I just tell my sad story, and people weep.

but remember that I shall love your sorrow...

Love is not proud. Love has no real name. Love is for life itself, and we have life.

What does kissing really mean to me? To me, if you feel, when you kiss a girl, that certain feeling of all those dolphins, like, swimming through your blood stream, and you get those good tingles inside your stomach, I don't think there's any better feeling.

I miss you because memory is a kind editor. The past is a long scroll and in it is the story of us, told with gentle metaphor, and words that bring you back and back, even as you lie there, lying.

Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.

You have my whole heart. You always did.

Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn't break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out very slowly.

Dustfinger still clearly remembered the feeling of being in love for the first time. How vulnerable his heart had suddenly been! Such a trembling, quivering thing, happy and miserably unhappy at once.

Fire and water," he said, "don't really mix. You could say they're incompatible. But when they do love each other, they love passionately.

A reader doesn't really see the characters in a story; he feels them.

It could not have been easy for Mother, an only child, to grow up without a father and with a mother who was remote. Photos of her as a child show her extremely dressed up --Cornie's beautiful little doll. But a daughter, unlike a doll, grows up, and might fall in love with and marry someone her mother does not like; she becomes an individual with her own ideas.

That's a man's vital spot, the helpless thing he loves. ("Jane Brown's Body")

And the blood remembers what the heart has never learned. The approach to kill. ("The Moon Of Montezuma")

She had said: 'You could not hate anyone that much -' She was mistaken. What did she know? She felt so good right now, this must be hate, what else could it be? ("Mind Over Murder")

And then finally she came - and the whole world faded out around us and we were just alone on the crowded sidewalk. I've heard it called love. ("I Won't Take a Minute" aka "I'll Just Be a Minute" aka "Wait for Me Downstairs" aka "Finger Of Doom")

He was standing by the window, looking down, when I went in. Even the sight of his back, sloping a little at the top with the inclination of his head, did something to me. And anyone that can love a back, can love. ("Don't Wait Up For Me Tonight")

Roses die, candles go out, tears dry. The memory of the page outlasts them all.

How do you go about finding out who the best-loved woman in a guy's life is? Ask him?

Forgiveness is an act of the will, and the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart.

Do you know what hurts so very much? It's love. Love is the strongest force in the world, and when it is blocked that means pain. There are two things we can do when this happens. We can kill that love so that it stops hurting. But then of course part of us dies, too. Or we can ask God to open up another route for that love to travel.