Quotes About Emotion

I can't let her hurt me again. My pain it too great. I can't forgive her.

Hysterical. That word had unfortunate ramifications.

There are people whom one loves immediately and forever. Even to know they are alive in the world with one is quite enough.

in the secret code of flowers, a rose of any sort signifies love.

Stop it,' he whispered. Hid lidded eyes winced. His hands faltered up to cover his face. Dusty did not stop. 'If I'd known you-if I'd known you when you were alive, I think I would have loved you, too.' Dusty, please stop.' He could barely speak. I think I do love you.' Her voice had dropped to a whisper, because it was a truth like a silver sword. 'I think I do. I cry, too.

Sorrow will turn to stone unless you weep. I thought it would come before this. Weep it out.

I think anger is often a kind of recycled fear.

British Prime Minister Tony Blair told the world about the tragedy: "She was the people's princess, and that is how she will stay in our hearts and memories forever.

Mamoru, each & every one of us have stars in our hearts, & you know that the star is shining when you feel that heat…-Usagi/Sailor Moon

Whenever I think of him... I don't know why, but my chest feels so tight, it's hard to breathe. I need to keep it secret just a little bit longer.

Her anger is still pure and white and electric, but she doesn't feel the sadness of it at all. It's just a thing she heard about once.

It's been a while since someone last made her laugh. Since she last laughed without deciding beforehand that laughing was the smart thing to do.

He feels excited. He feels ashamed. He wants to talk to her, but he is afraid. Maybe he imagined it all. Maybe she will call him a bad name if he asks her what happened.

And they're angry, and they're afraid, and then things happen.

Screaming as they take a hit. Laughing as they deliver one.

He felt a sudden sadness, hanging like a stone pendant within his throat, the cold, smooth mass preventing him from speaking.

There was a terrible pain in his voice; it reminded Halla of a wound hurt; she wanted suddenly to lick the hurt place with a soft warm, bear's tongue, to lick it clean and into a shape of healing. But there was no wound on him that could be seen, nothing she could do but lay a hand on his shoulder, uncertainly.

You intolerable lunatic," he snarled at me, and then he caught my face between his hands and kissed me.

There was a song in this forest, too, but it was a savage song, whispering of madness and tearing and rage.

READER, I RAN the fuck away.

The only cure for grief, someone had once told her, was love.

Mystery: Everything felt better before you got there than when you actually got there. When you actually got there, you didn't quite have the energy to be there.

You can't break my heart. It's made of water.

You're already seared in my memory, kiska," he murmurs. "No picture necessary.