Quotes About Emotion

Love is the fall in the genus (Liebe ist der Sturz in die Gattung)

There are many types of love,

But she wanted her mother to know that she did love her. All day, every day, she loved her.

Every person who was hurt was only hurting because they loved someone.

Think with your head, not your heart.' He looked

Had I truly thought I would not die when he kissed me? But I did. For a moment the breath and life went out of me and there was no time and no tomorrow but only my lips against his.

A list of things you might not hear: eylash opening on the pillow, the appearance of a star, a leaf leaving a tree, a hand in your hair, a lie being withheld, a tear's journey from eye to shoe, air becoming blue, longing.

If our rational brains were deprived of emotion, even the most banal decisions would become impossible.

If you can surprise your customer with something more than baseline satisfaction, you'll spark the kind of emotion that leads to loyalty.

Try to write poems at least one person in the room will hate.

You don't read for understanding, you read for excitement. Understanding is a product of excitement.

Love is not singular except in syllable.

When she talks to Tripp, something nice happens inside of her: a vibration, a thrum. It's as if a tiny wind chime is suspended inside her soul, she thinks, and his words are the wind that makes it ring.

Smile: Happiness Is Right Under Your Nose!

A long past vividly remembered is like a heavy garment that clings to your limbs when you would run.

One day you will learn that love does not always betray you.

I would be consumed by you,' she said, and blinked her eyes furiously when she felt them fill with tears. 'You would sap all the energy and all the joy from me. You would put out all the fire of my vitality.' 'Give me a chance to fan the flames of that fire,' he said, 'and to nurture your joy.

I could smack her, punch her in the face, but then I see what she can't hide from me. I've seen it before-the desperation, the agony, the need to find a reason to go on, and the inability to find it.

the brogue tripping from his tongue like a slashed wineskin.

Love could turn vicious instantly.

What do they say about revenge?" "It's a dish best served cold.

everything—sound, sight, feeling, certainly understanding. Christine remembered little of that night other than the smear of life and loss pulling her under, sinking her soul, and the sight of her mother crumpled in a chair with Uncle Harry and his glass of Johnny Walker Red. A man called, he'd said…

The heart is a strange creature. It loves, it hates, it hopes.

Dedication: To friends—that word for rare and precious people who care about one another Who cry together Laugh together Dream together You live in my heart Thank you, my friends!