Quotes About Emotion

Memory all to easily accommodates the corruption of regret.

I open my eyes and see that Chase isn't looking at me anymore. He's staring at Jeremy because that song, or course, is coming from Jeremy's mouth. From his heart. His soul.

Anger has a way of seeping into every other emotion and planting itself in there.

They sat together for a long moment; then, eventually, he let his leg swing over and purposely bump hers. She looked up at him, and found him smiling down at her, his eyes full of teading confidence, and in that moment she loved him more than she had ever loved anyone, anything, in the entire span of her life.

His gaze was darkening now with something deep and gentle, and Juliet knew, as women throughout time have always known, that he was in love with her. The knowledge both thrilled and scared her.

And then he looked up into her eyes and splayed his fingers over her still-flat belly, his smile one of wonder and awe. "And to think that a life grows within you . . . a child. My child. Our child. . .

For God's sake, Maeve!

He wondered if she knew how much he needed her. He wondered if the lilacs were still in bloom, and what she would have done if he really had broken one off that day in her garden and given it to her, and suddenly wished with all his heart that he had.

Lady Simms?" he whispered. "Yes?" He swallowed hard, gathering the courage to say what he must. "You . . . you won't leave me, will you?

Damon sank back down into the chair and raked his hands down over his face. Lady Simms sat quietly across from him, not saying a word. Unable to stand it any longer, he looked up and impaled her with a stare hot enough to melt rock. "I suppose you think me a raving madman now, don't you?

And sometime during that long hour that he held her, Lord Gareth de Montforte ceased being the man she'd married and became her best friend.

I wish to marry you, Maeve, because I'm an honorable man. I wish to marry you because you are everything I ever wanted in a woman. It has nothing to do with ownership, I wish to marry you because, dammit, I love you!

You are the most exotically beautiful woman I have ever met," he whispered against her forehead. "Don't ever leave me, Amy. I beg of you, never leave me." "I couldn't Charles, not even if I wanted to." And

And Amy, smiling up at him, felt everything inside of her begin to melt as she gazed up into that clear, quietly observing stare. He had the warmest eyes. The warmest smile. The warmest hands. And, toward everyone but himself, the very warmest heart. The Beloved One, indeed. The power of her love for him nearly brought her to tears. She

This sadness wasn't a huge part of me--I wasn't remotely depressed--but still, it was like a stone I carried in my pocket. I always knew it was there. [p. 179]

Issue de la mélancolie, la littérature en est l'accomplissement et l'achèvement. C'est par la mélancolie qu'on entre en littérature. C'est par la littérature qu'on sort de la mélancolie.

The limbic system is essentially devoted to moving us rapidly toward or away from things in life that are relevant to our survival.

Heartbreak is like shattered glass: while it's impossible that two pieces could splinter in precisely the same pattern, in he end, it doesn't matter, because the effect is identical.

But if what a novel exudes has not been felt properly or seriously or deeply enough by the writer, then it will show and I will become tremendously bored and irritated.

Melankoli adeta kimyasalm??. Havada as?l?ym??. Sabahlar? kokusunu duyabilirmi?sin.

So he banished that metric and replaced it with Personal Emotional Connections (PECs), or creating a bond outside the conversation about the product. It's impossible, of course, to measure PECs precisely, but the goal here is not precision; it is to create awareness and alignment and to direct behavior toward the group's mission.

Concordances happen when one person can react in an authentic way to the emotion being projected in the room," Marci says. "It's about understanding in an empathic way, then doing something in terms of gesture, comment, or expression that creates a connection.

Daniel Day Lewis

Today we love what tomorrow we hate, today we seek what tomorrow we shun, today we desire what tomorrow we fear, nay, even tremble at the apprehensions of.