Quotes About Emotion

There are some people who have such a strong effect on you, even if you've spent very little time with them, that they become embossed inside you, and any hint of them, any casual mention, creates a sudden stir in you.

Love is when you feel, like, oh, oh, my heart hurts...Or like when you see a dog and you feel like you have to touch its head.

I'm beginning to think I feel too much. The feelings flood into me like so much water, and I am helpless against the onslaught.

Part of the beauty of love was that you didn't need to explain it to anyone else. You could refuse to explain.

Part of the beauty of love was that you didn't need to explain it to anyone else. You could refuse to explain. With love, apparently you didn't necessarily feel the need to explain anything at all.

Love transcended breath, eczema, fear of sex, and an imbalance in physical appearance. If love was real, then these bodily, human details could seem insignificant.

Love is when you feel, like, oh, oh, my heart hurts," Alby said. "Or like when you see a dog and you feel like you have to touch its head." He looked at Greer. "Like the way Cory is touching your head now." Cory stopped the movement of his hand, just froze there in her hair.

Walking into someone's house was like entering their body. You saw what they were made of, and what they had been stewing in all this time.

I wondered whether he might ever love me, and how I might rush that love into existence.

He couldn't tell her that what he wanted now, more than anything, was to fall asleep beside her. No touching, no kissing, no stimulation. No sensation, no consciousness. Just the act of sleeping beside someone you liked to be with. Maybe that was love.

Loveless, we lay together.

A high school play was a time of high emotion and meaning; if you were in a play, you felt as if the play mattered. The success or failure of any production seemed like a real reflection on you personally.

The problem is that I love men passionately, even though they don't deserve it.

Even not knowing that yet, she felt an intuitive urgency. What she wanted-- and wanted now-- was to be loved by someone who excited her.

It felt like you could hurt her just by looking at her, or you could never hurt her at all.

We're all the same under our skin, aren't we? We're all wanting things we don't understand. Things we can't even name. The yearning so deep, like pinions over our hearts.

We never know, none of us, what love'll do to us.

If you didn't feel it on your body long after he'd left, was it really worth laying for him? I wanted to feel that.

Beautiful, he says, and she could titrate like a motherfucker.

She wasn't just a B-girl, she was carrying the whole ugly world in her eyes.

The world is blood-hot and personal. —Sylvia Plath

that was when it happened. A click of her jaw, like a pit bull's or cobra's unlocking

Devon wore the face of a stone Artemis.

As Katie moved through the rooms, everything reminded her of everything: