Quotes About Emotion

Sticks and stones can bruise your body for a few days, but words can scar your soul for life.

Tell her how much you love her; everything after that is small talk.

We must always love something. In those matters seemingly removed from love, the feeling is secretly to be found, and man cannot possibly live for a moment without it.

what April called a whimsper, half whisper, half whimper),

Words. Words had the power of exactly, precisely nothing. Hand grenades blow shit up. They meant something when they landed next to you. Words meant someone was talking, nothing more.

What I'm feeling, I think, is joy. And it's been some time since I've felt that blinkered rush of happiness. This might be one of those rare events that lasts, one that'll be remembered and recalled as months and years wind and ravel. One of those sweet, significant moments that leaves a footprint in your mind.

I wasn't cold, but I was shivering when I walked onto the Clayton Road overpass. I wasn't scared either, even when I climbed over the rail. I didn't feel much of anything.

A tree doesn't know it's a tree. It doesn't know how pretty its flowers are, or how beautiful they smell, or how soft and sweet its fruit is. It can't feel how warm I am with my arms around it. It can't hear me when I tell it these things. It doesn't know anything. I'm glad you're not a tree.

Maybe I'm sad about wanting you. I'm not too comfortable with wanting someone.

You know, sometimes you look at me with longing... ... even though I'm here with you.

You and I are so much the same... You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone's so shocked or impressed that you're baring your soul, while to you it's nothing, because you know you've twenty more layers to go... ... But we're the ones that are most scared, and need the most love.

The killing was the best part. It was the dying I couldn't take.

Charles laughingly observed,'Gospel and the blues are really, if you break it down, almost the same thing. It's just a question of whether you're talkin' about a woman or God.

Inside, a piece of him cracked; it was as though an emotion that had calcified into bone got tapped with a tiny hammer and splintered straight through.

Pain is a beautiful thing. When you feel pain, you know you're alive.

If love is blind, then maybe a blind person that loves has a greater understanding of it.

I still love you, Gustavo, but it's a habitual love, a wound in the knee that predicts rain.

We speak in Spanish when we make love. English seems an impossible language for intimacy.

Él es tan rabioso.

We knew from the outset and in a terribly selfish way that our interest lay only in each other.

Nada puedo decir sobre el estado de mi alma; existimos, eso es todo».

No quería dejar de hablar de amor para hablar de postres. Sólo quería dejar de hablar de amor para hacerlo.

Porque no sé casi nada de ti y quiero saber, y me da miedo saber, y no quisiera preguntarte, pero te pregunto y tú no quieres hablar, preferirías un amor anónimo, que empezara hoy, o ayer, sin carnés de identidad, sin relato.

Me miró supe que me hacía falta. Tanto tiempo me hacía falta.