Quotes About Emotion

He stepped forward and took both her hands in his cool ones. For a moment, she thought he intended to kiss her, and for a panicked moment she wasn't sure if she ought to stop him, wanted to stop him…but then he just touched his forehead to hers and held it there.

Your personal dignity was always more important to you than mere emotion, wasn't it?

But the past never leaves us. It's in every breath, every cell, every second. I know that now.

Please don't go away. You--you matter. To me.

Let houses burn, as long as you are together. Nothing else matters but love.

Contuvo el aliento, suspiró y sintió que su corazón se rompía de nuevo, en una forma totalmente nueva y hermosa.

We allow brushes of hands without flinching, smiles without premeditation. It feels real. It feels solid. I finally begin to feel fully human.

Run first, mourn later.

Touch my other son and die.

Good-bye, Da. Go to hell. I hope I'm not there waiting.

Suddenly the enormity of it crashed down on me . . .

I felt something for her once. Not tenderness. Not love. But a shared delusion that expresses itself in violence is almost more intimate than love.

Our fingers lie loose together, not demanding anything except the lightest possible contact. Either his or mine are trembling slightly, but I can't tell which. I only feel the motion.

Anger is as poisonous as arsenic, and it rots you from the bones out.

Oh, like you don't throw a hissy every time somebody trips your angst switch!

It was like a shadow had brushed over me, but a shadow on my soul, not on my skin. Took me a second to identify what it was, but I recognized the feeling instinctively: Nadim. And Nadim was sad. It felt weird. And at the same time, it felt like something I'd always, unconsciously, needed-sound, where there'd only been silence. Presence, where there'd been loneliness.

Violence at a distance was still horrific and should be felt just as deeply.

That smile tells me he's not done. That we're not done.

I love these kids. I love them so much it steals my breath and squeezes me flat, and at the same time, it makes me feel weightless and exalted.

There. I've said everything I wanted to say without actually having to use the words please stay

My heart literally aches, that shit is not made up; it hurts for an unexpected, brief time warp of suddenly wanting and longing and believing, but then not having.

Fuck me. Fuck me for always getting into situations like this. Fuck me for caring. Fuck me for not knowing the words that would've made her stay. Fuck me for not knowing what I want. Fuck me for wavering. Fuck me for not kissing her back the right way. Fuck me for getting my hopes up. Fuck me for not having more realistic hopes. Fuck me for giving her my fucking jacket. Fuck.

I'm so into you, it's not even funny. (Naomi & Ely's No Kiss List)

It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn't about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. That illusion. It was love because I created it as love.