Quotes About Emotion

Ah, even sitting here on my front porch, looking out over the fields, there's a part of me aches to see him walking. To conjure him out of the sunlight in the distance. The shape of my dad, I can almost see it, crossing the field toward me. Come to put his arm around me, reach out an arm to my mother as well, and I'll close my eyes and just breathe.

She left behind her giant M, she's not getting my cabinet" -Toby

Whatever they were, she sat on the kerb, folded them tight in her fist, and the sobs gashed their way through her chest, surging against the flesh of her face, bursting out through her mouth and into the rain.

t was beautiful, being there with Elliott. It was like there was nothing except him and me. I remember his palms, his chest, his chin, but it was like we were more than just our bodies. As if our essence was there in the darkness.

You can love a song, but you can form a bond with an album, a relationship that evolves as organically and beautifully as a marriage.

When Love cast me out, it was Cruelty who took pity upon me

It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.

Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade

My memory begins with my anger.

I felt as if this pain would never be appeased, that it had me in its grip for ever, that it would prevent me from devoting myself to anything else, and that I was allowing it to do so. I think that is what they call being consumed with remorse.

Talking is existing.

Inevitably, with memory comes pain.

There is no explanation for love. But love is all that matters, isn't it?

After the first death there is no other.' - Elizabeth Barrett Browning The first death changes everything, and all deaths afterward bring us back to the first death.

There's no explanation for love. But love is all that matters, isn't it?

She pulled into a fetal position, covered her head with the road atlas, and cried with a violence that shook the car. Their

the first part was awesome the second part were gross but still amazing to me

When we were entirely alone in this lush green world, Morgan pulled me gently to him, tipped up my chin and kissed me on the lips. He kissed me, he kissed me, he kissed me . . .

Y'all know how much I love you? "Infinity and back again," I say the way I've said it a million times. And then, daddy says to me, "go on and add a little bit more to that.

Something about memory. It takes you back to where you were and lets you just be there for a time.

Some days I just think the whole world and life and everything is stupid. And that's 'cause I be missing you.

In our yearbook, there is a picture of me and Miah - sitting in Central Park - Miah has his lips poked out and is about to kiss me on my cheek. And I'm looking straight into the camera laughing. Two and half years have passed, and still, this is how I remember us. This is how I will always remember us. And I know when I look at that picture, when I think back to those few months with Miah, that I did not miss the moment.

Creating a novel means moving into the past, the hoped for, the imagined. It is an emotional journey, fraught at times with characters who don't always do or say what a writer wishes.

Maybe this was love—wanting someone with all the senses.