Quotes About Emotion

Revenge is a dish that tastes best when served cold.

No me preguntes por qué, porque ni muerta te lo voy a decir. Nunca te voy a decir que te quiero aunque te quiera.

If one has never been in love before, then it is difficult to recognize the beast when it comes along.

It is sometimes hard to recognized real love. So much nonsense it talk about love and so much nonsense is written about it that it is sometimes hard to recognize the real thing.

Jealousy was not a green-eyed monster, she thought. It was red in tooth and claw, with glaring, fiery eyes. Her

The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs, Burns but more clearly. O she had not these ways When all the wild summer was in her gaze. —WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

All the tears women shed, they leave no mark on the world.

The sight made her ache. How can I not touch you? she thought hopelessly, and then she was doing it, her fingers on his wrist. He didn't jump or even look at her, just stopped writing. Neither one of them moved, nothing moved, and the whole thing lasted three or four seconds at most, but when Pen took her hand away and started to breathe again, her chest hurt, as though she had been holding her breath for a very long time.

Whatever word you use to describe diving into the deepest part of a human. Take your pick; they're all woefully inadequate, but they're also all we have.

He smiled the kind of smile that is the reason for wars and poetry.

Honestly, William, time ?' his mother had snapped. ' Distance ? Those things have nothing whatsoever to do with love. Who knows that better than you?

In my experience, people love what they love. They just do. Or fail to love what they fail to love.

Like love was a habit you couldn't break.

I laughed simply because being this particular person in this particular world at this particular moment was cause for joy...

It's just that without wanting to or trying to—and for years I was deliberately trying not to—I held on to love. Or it held on to me. Not active love; not love, the verb form. It was more just there, a small, unshakable thing, leftover, useless, as vestigial as wisdom teeth or a tailbone, but still potent enough so that when I heard his voice on the phone, my heart gave a tiny jump of hope that made me want to slap it.

Maybe love comes in at the eyes, but not nearly as much as it comes in at the ears...

You're his blue sky. When everything else is darkness. But is he yours?

What she came to was that even if someone wasn't perfect or even especially good, you couldn't dismiss the love they felt. Love was always love; it had a rightness all its own, even if the person feeling the love was full of wrongness.

I'd figured out that a real life didn't mean attaining my heart's desire, but knowing it, meant not in the satisfaction, but the longing. Knowing what you love and why, I found out, is as real as it gets.

Cuando alguna visita le pregunta cómo se siente en la cárcel, levanta los hombros y contesta, cansada: "No hay gran diferencia con mi vida de casada".

deep-diving love, a love that excavates you. It's something you have to have before you die in order to have lived.

A wink is like no other gesture. It's like a secret smile, a whisper with your face.

Love meant knowing you could be broken into pieces again, at any time.

one again, even if it was a painted smile. Sometimes a painted smile was the only one you had.