Quotes About Emotion

The sign for believe flashed into my head—the way Sean signed it—his pointer finger against the side of his head like he's saying "think," then his hands coming together—like the sign for marry. I stood there thinking, for the first time, about how perfect that word was—to have a thought in your head and then to marry it, to take it into your heart forever . . . "I can't believe

And sometimes,' Anne said softly, 'there's just plain love, Ellie. no reason for it, no need to explain' Then she leaned back on the couch, crossed her ankle over her knee and grinned. 'Perfect love,' she said. 'And what's that like?' 'When you find it, lil sis. You'll know.

He would give his own life to see Melody able to stay this young, to see her live her teenage life—all the years. He wanted to pull her to him now. Say, Hold on to yourself, Melody. Don't get lost. He wanted to say again what he'd said to her so many times before. You're loved, baby, you're loved.

When you have so much real drama in your life, it's hard to think about fiction.

And when she says, I love you, too the South is so heavy in her mouth my eyes fill up with the missing of everything and everyone I've ever known.

the South is so heavy in her mouth my eyes fill up with the missing of everything and everyone I've ever known.

He had never imagined a love as deep and endless as this.

Sometimes I'm just sitting in my room and a song will come on the radio that stops something inside of me, makes me sit up straight on my bed and listen. Sometimes, it's the piano chords, a sweet riff that has all eighty-eight keys talking. Sometimes it's the drums—high hat telling a story—I don't know how to explain the way music moves through my brain and my blood and my bones.

But what I know now is this: Look at your grandmother's face. Remember the lines. Touch her cheekbones. Hold the memory of her in your fingers, in your eyes, in your mind. It might be all you get to keep.

As we dance, I am not Melody, I am a narrative, someone's almost forgotten story. Remembered.

know now that what is tragic isn't the moment. It is the memory.

I swallowed at once envying and adoring all the ways in which the word lovely could refer to my mother. So strange still, how different we were.

A new fear like a dragging bruise moving in his stomach.

I've loved you since the first moment I saw you," he said at last, the words rushed and full of rolling emotions. "Sitting there in powder blue and waiting for your killer so you could turn the table and slaughter his heart instead." - Guin (Pleasure)

If the heart did not feel, then there was no hope for the rest. Feeling was necessary to passion and caring and belief.

Lastly, say to me, if you can, with feelings as tender as mine for you: my dear Beelzebub, I adore you...

how can I say 'I love you', if I know the love is you .. the word 'love' either as a verb or a noun would be destroyed in front of you

I have never seen a man in love," he mused, "who wasn't in trouble.

by Baudelaire! things are pretty hot!

Love is giving something you don't have to someone who doesn't want it.

When one loves, it has nothing to do with sex.

Even if what a jealous husband claims about his wife (that she sleeps around with other men) is all true, his jealousy is still pathological.

Christianity taught men that love is worth more than intelligence.

Léo ferré disait de la mélancolie: « C'est un désespoir qui n'a pas les moyens. »