Quotes About Emotion

How come people don't do things like that nowadays? You grope around in the back of a sedan in high school and you think you're in love. Nobody gets swept off their feet anymore.

We were gasoline poured onto fire. With you I burned twice as high and hot. This is why you and I could never have stayed together. We would have consumed each other until there was nothing left.

The strange thing; her face, after she hit me. She was in greater pain than I. You could see it in her eyes - like she had been violated in some way that broke her own image.

In the darkest crease of the night, I would love you until the moon lost its footing in the sky.

It wasn't her throat, and it wasn't a fever, but it hurt all the same to be heartbroken.

I love the way he smelled whenever his head dipped close to hear what I was saying—like the sun striking th cheek of a tomato, or soap drying in the hood of a car. I loved the way his hand felt on my spine. I loved.

You say I love you, but it's no longer like throwing open the windows of your heart. You say it the way you'd say It's Tuesday or I'm a brunette: matter-of-fact, a truth, a statement. Not an exaltation. Not a miracle. You wonder when the core of love changed from passion to compassion.

Tears have a whole different melody, didn't they? without the pain threaded through them?_______ nineteen minutes .

She sobbed the way she did everything else- with passion and excess.

He swaggered over to my mother, and kissed her so long and slow that my own cheeks started to burn, because I was sure the neighbors would see. When he lifted his head, my mother's eyes were a color I had never seen before and don't think I have ever seen again.

But I wouldn't get him close, and I would never show him my heart.

Loves a tidal wave...because it sucks you under and you drown.

the smile of a child is a tattoo: indelible art.

She threw words at me like handfuls of mud, and now that they've dried, I can brush them off.

She knew how you went about falling in love; she did not know how you went about falling into trust.

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 a cartographer learning a country by heart?

courage wasn't something you were bequeathed at birth, and it wasn't a lack of fright. It was overcoming your fear, because the ones you love mattered more.

it had taken Jack a moment to realise it wasn't weight he'd lost during these eight months but pride

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

THE TRUTH and ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Can't you hear it?' you said. 'When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.

He kissed her so gently she wondered if she had imagined it. She pulled back slightly, to look into his eyes. And then there was a shot.

So you see, this is why I never told my story. If you lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it. And if you didn't, you will never understand.

You don't have to say anything if you don't want to. Anna lies down, her head pillowed against my shoulder. Every second, another streak of silver glows: parentheses, exclamation points, commas—a whole grammar made of light, for words too hard to speak.