Quotes About Emotion

She's not like anyone I've ever seen before. When I'm not with her, I want to be. And when she opens the book and I see her face, I can barely remember what I'm supposed to say, much less how to speak at all. I think I might be in love with her.

Oh, darling, that's what love is. It's some power greater than you and me, that draws us to one special person.

A filament of sensation sizzled between them, like a thin string of kerosene that, for the love of a match, could turn into a wall of fire.

There are all sorts of losses people suffer- from the small to the large. You can lose your car keys, your glasses, your virginity. You can lose your head, you can lose your heart, you can lose your mind. You can relinquish your home to move into assisted living, or have a child move overseas, or see a spouse vanish into dementia. Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion.

oh shit, i think. my cheeks are on fire; my heart starts to pound.

He thought of the grammar of Gaelic, in which you did not say you were in love withsomeone, but that you "had love toward" her, as if itwere a physical thing you could present and hold—a bundle of tulips, a golden ring, a parcel of tenderness.

You don't have to say I love you to say I love you.

The bond between a mother and a child weighed nothing on a scale; it took up no room in a test tube. But most of us would have a hard time saying it didn't exist.

Maybe you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.

Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion.

Her voice sounded like a string that was fraying.

And that's what I think love is...when your hindsight's twenty-twenty, and you still wouldn't change a thing.

Science is less messy than emotion

Sometimes you can't tell how consuming love is until you can see its absence

We isolated ourselves, because it hurt less.

Art isn't what you see. It's what you remember.

Have you ever really held the hand of someone you love? Not just in passing, a loose link between you—but truly clasped, with the pulses of your wrists beating together and your fingers mapping the knuckles and nails like s cartographer learning a country by heart?

Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting.

When you get down to it, though, explaining what you believe isn't all that easy. If you say that you believe something to be true, you might mean one of two things—that you're still weighing the alternatives, or that you accept it as a fact. I don't logically see how one single word can have contradictory definitions, but emotionally, I completely understand. Because there are times I think what I am doing is right, and there are other times I second-guess myself every step of the way.

No matter how long I live, I will always remember the way the light went out of her eyes, like a candle flame caught in an unexpected wind.

The opposite of love, you think, isn't hate. It's complacency.

She touched him and found that even something as innocent as the lacing of their fingers could raise all the hairs on the back of her neck and make her blood beat faster.

When he smiles at me, I'm lost

I know the first person I kissed won't be nearly as important as the last person I kiss.