Quotes About Emotion

When was the last time he'd been swallowed whole by love?

The terrible thing about falling in love is that real life always gets in the way.

Why bring up something that hurts so much, if it's not going to change anything?

I think it is a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is. —Vladimir Nabokov

Amnesia was one way for the mind to protect itself from reliving something that would otherwise break you apart.

Waste cilake, Sioux for I love you

Love is like a tidal wave. It sucks you under and you drown. But sometimes, love is the only thing that keeps you afloat.

Sometimes when you pick up your child, you can feel the map of your own bones beneath your hands or smell the scent of your skin in the nape of his neck. This is the most extraordinary thing about motherhood. Finding a piece of yourself separate and apart that all the same you could not live without.

I catalog the breadth of his shoulders, the damp curls at the nape of his neck; the way the tendons in his forearms shift and play as he scrolls through his texts. It's shocking, sometimes, to be confronted with this when a second ago he sat on my shoulders, trying to pull down a star and unravel a thread of the night.

When you find the person you are supposed to love, you will know by staring deeply into her eyes. Well, that's a deal breaker for me. It is hard for me to explain why it is so difficult to look into people's eyes. Imagine what it would be like if someone sliced your chest with a scalpel and rummaged around inside you, squeezing your heart and lungs and kidneys. That level of complete invasion is what it feels like when I make eye contact.

When you are attracted to people, it's because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. Their smile. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most.

I know what love is, but only theoretically. I don't feel it the way other people do.

Brit had wanted it to say LOVED. Those were the directions she gave me for the granite carver. But at the last minute I changed it. I was never going to stop, so why make it past tense? I

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

Happiness wasn't just what you reported; it was also how you chose to remember.

Sometimes, when I would share a memory of a meal, I noticed the others listening. "It's because you don't just tell stories," Darija explained. "You paint with words.

Do you know what it's like to love someone so much, that you can't see yourself without picturing her? Or what it's like to touch someone?

When he kissed me, it was with the desperation of a man who is trying to save himself.

Any smidgen of emotion revealed would crack the careful mask of control and leave the person in pieces.

He did not have to read the careful number to know the weight of Emily's heart; he'd held it for years

I'm very sorry - the only words that could not rework into anything but what they signified.

Anger, it turns out, is a renewable source of fuel.

I won't forget you, Olive. No matter how hard I may try. That's not the same as being remembered. Isn't it?

In brain scans, music lights up the medial prefrontal cortex and triggers a memory that starts playing in your mind. All of a sudden you can see a place, a person, an incident. The strongest responses to music—the ones that elicit vivid memories—cause the greatest activity on brain scans.