Quotes About Emotion

there's a limit to enduring admiration being a substitute for love.

it was a feeling with nowhere to go. Was that what love was, and how it came to you--leaving you no options for its use?

Like any good novel, it lulled him into an almost tranquil state of awareness before it jolted him - it caught him completely by surprise.

Most of you know who I am, he whispered. Duncan was sleep, but Helen overheard him; she reached across the aisle and held Garp's hand. Thousands of feet above sea level, T. S. Garp cried in the airplane that was bringing him home to be famous in his violent country.

The operas I loved were nineteenth-century novels!

It sounds the same to me, Kid," Molly said. "The new lift takes you to the same old place. It's the same trip, just a faster ride—it's no more or less depressing than it ever was," she added.

She say to tell you you was the nicest, Muddy told the boy. She say to tell your dad he a hero, and that you was the nicest.

What we believe as children forms us; what haunts us in our childhood and adolescence can make us do wayward things

I actually remember my grandfather better as a woman than as a man.

When my mother felt my father take her hand into his—they were not clapping—she did not resist him; she gave back equal pressure, both of them never taking their eyes from the bulky bear performing below them, and my mother thought: I am nineteen and my life is just beginning.

She shot from the sky to the bottom of the sea with her son beside her screaming, Sorrow hugged to his chest.

Pinche pendejo chimuelo!

No estoy aquí, que soy tu madre?

DON'T GIVE ME THE SHIVERS,' Owen said.

It was not only because he spoke their language; it was his voice that compelled the children to listen to him—it was a voice like their voices. That was why they trusted him, why they listened. "DOONG SA," he said, and they stopped crying.

Okay," I said. I still have that photograph, though I don't like remembering any part of the day Carlton Delacorte died.

She was so angry, she struck the cool, viscid thigh of Oren Rath. After she had lived through this, now there was a fucking tornado, too!

Loving someone as a parent can produce a cloud that conceals from one's vision what correct behavior is.

Why do we need them if we hate them?" the daughter tiredly asked. "We hate them because we need them," the mother answered, her speech slurred.

My brain is sending poison to my heart, he told Homer...

Idiot Wind." Jack would always remember that song.)

Sorrow," Frank kept repeating, until he fell asleep. "It's Sorrow," he murmured. "You can't kill it," Frank mumbled. "It's Sorrow. It floats.

Such a warm washcloth kind of sympathy was leaking from Dr. Gingrich that Larch felt wet—

And how do I say 'I miss you'? he wondered - when I don't mean 'I want to come back!'?