Quotes About Emotion

Sufoque o que sente, esqueça um sonho impossível e não vá adoecer por um sentimento sem esperança.

Sometimes I can't see myself when I'm with you. I can only just see you.

If there was a true moment that Tiger Lily fell so in love with Peter she could never turn back, it was that night, when he shivered and walked and told her he was warm, and told her he loved her so much. She was fierce, to be sure, but she had a girl's heart, after all. As she walked home that night, she was shaking from the largeness of it.

You know how hind-sight is 20/20? Love is when you look back and wouldn't change anything.

true love is felonious… You take someone's breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.

A photo says, you were happy, and I wanted to catch that. A photo says, you were so important to me that I put down everything else to come watch.

So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.

Someone real, I hear myself saying. Someone who never has to pretend, and who I never have to pretend around. Someone who's smart, but knows how to laugh at himself. Someone who would listen to a symphony and start to cry, because he understands music can be too big for words. Someone who knows me better than I know myself. Someone I want to talk to first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Someone I feel like I've known my whole life, even if I haven't.

You know, the mind is a remarkable thing. Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting. It scars all the time, but it heals.

Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.

Happiness is what you choose to remember.

Do you know how there are moments when the world moves so slowly you can feel your bones shifting, your mind tumbling? When you think that no matter what happens to you for the rest of your life, you will remember every last detail of that one minute forever?

You don't have to say I love you to say I love you, you said with a shrug. All you have to do is say my name and I know. ...Can't you hear it? you said. When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.

What we all want, really, is to be loved. That craving drives our worst behavior.

I know you love me. The question is, how much?

I suddenly remember being very little and being embraced by my father. I would try to put my arms around my father's waist, hug him back. I could never reach the whole way around the equator of his body; he was that much larger than life. Then one day, I could do it. I held him, instead of him holding me, and all I wanted at that moment was to have it back the other way.

Scars are just a treasure map for pain you've buried too deep to remember.

Things break all the time. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Promises break. Hearts break.

I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. You didn't get past something like that, you got through it.

The music we listen to may not define who we are. But it's a damn good start.

I imagine the touch of someone who loves you so much, he cannot bear to watch you sleep; and so you wake up with his hand on your heart.

I wanted him to feel what I felt when I was with him: that incredible combination of comfort, decadence, and wonder; the knowledge that, with just a single taste of him, I was addicted.

I adore the way he looks at me sometimes, as if love is a quantity he cannot measure scientifically, because it multiplies too quickly.

I wondered why the head could move so swiftly while the heart dragged its feet.