Quotes About Emotion

But the part of ourselves we hate the most is our longing to be wanted and enjoyed.

You have to play this game like somebody just hit your mother with a two-by-four.

Nothing captures human interest more than human tragedy.

Our minds sometimes see what our hearts wish were true.

I had this urge to give Andrea a kiss!

She looked like she might run out of the room crying like she usually does for no reason.

Arlo!" Andrea shouted. "Why did you do that?

What is it?" Dr. McDonald said angrily. There

Holy !@#$%!" Coke exclaimed.

There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that transcends all other affections of the heart. —WASHINGTON IRVING

Newborn boys, on average, are actually more emotionally reactive than girls. For example, studies show that baby boys cry more than baby girls when they are frustrated or upset.

Happiness doesn't change you. Pain does.

Increase the pain input, increase the swearing output. Makes sense.

Too depressed for a Slurpee? Now that's depressed. My

He gathered her against him tightly, chest to chest, hip to hip. She wouldn't have minded staying there forever. "I wanted to do this from the moment I saw you sleeping in my bed," he murmured against her mouth. "I just wanted to shoot you," she said the first thing that popped into her dazed mind.

Was the story of his life written on her heart? Was the story of her life written on his?

Now how am I supposed to kiss you?" He put himself out there. If she smacked him down, so be it. Instead, the corner of her mouth turned up. "I can be kissed in other places.

She growled. He gave her a considering look. "That's almost sexy.

I can't find the words." She stared daggers at him. "Don't hurt yourself trying.

Of all the shades of red, she hated the wet, sticky brightness of crimson the most.

But the expression that just past over her face said it all. Anita was trying to forget something dreadful, something that just kept on pushing itself to the surface of her mind no matter what she did.

I thought he might kiss me as we sat shivering on the bank of the spring with our clothes soaked through and our feet dangling in the steaming water. We looked into each other's eyes the way I'd always imagined people did right before they leaned in closer and touched lips for the first time. But that was all we did. We looked at each other. Into each other. We were still clutching hands.

He was looking at me, and I wondered whether he could feel how much I wanted to touch him.

Have you ever closed your eyes and listened to the sound of your own mother's voice?