Quotes About Emotion

If things don't go your way, you can change the way you feel about it.

Looking back on my childhood now, there's a sort of glow to my reminiscences. It's like my memory has blocked out most of the bad stuff.

After all, fear is the passionate enthusiasm for the same.

I still find the most affecting moment on the whole record is where the last notes fade out and Rick introduces a wistful rubato line, on high notes, from 'See Emily Play'.

You can forget Proust and those stupid cakes. Beatles' songs are more potent.

Her love was a glob of phlegm on life's high street.

We never spoke of it but we knew that to come within the orbit of each other's skin-scent and cellular hum could end only one way: falling helplessly, spectacularly into the other's gravity well, momentarily brilliant like all falling stars, but doomed, because I loved Rose. And this friendship was too precious to burn.

He's kind, yes, but he will hurt you nonetheless, because he will leave. This is not his place. You've only to look in his eyes.

I touched my reflection with a fingertip. My reflection felt nothing. That's what I wanted from the world, to feel nothing. To feel nothing and not be involved, for everything to stay comfortably outside myself and not get in. How did people survive all this knowledge of suffering in the world? How did they carry it around, day after day, and not go mad? And what would I wear tomorrow?

The priests looked pinched and cold, though Hild didn't feel the chill.

I had needed the animal warmth of the sex, had welcomed the familiar building heat of skin on skin, the harsh breath, the shudder that starts in your bones. The terrible urge afterwards to weep until I howled had been new.

Begu laughed, too, that shimmery, silvery laugh Hild would always associate with light along with a wet beach and the smell of the sea and took her hand.

Desire wrapped its arms around her and held her still, helpless, able only to breathe.

The arms that Thenike wrapped around her waist for support were strong and hard. Marghe wanted to lean into them and weep for what she had lost, though she did not know whether the loss was good or bad, or even real.

Marghe could feel the words bubble under her tongue like lava.

You'd have to be dead to be impervious to that rhythm.

He smiled again, pleased but it didn't hide the tightness in his jaw, the worry and the weariness.

Her face had the set look Marghe had learned meant she was unhappy.

I had seen her vulnerable, now she wanted to see me.

For now that they sat close Peretur understood that the cool depths she had dreamt of lived as much in this woman as in the lake.

She reached out as if to touch me and for a second I thought I felt her fingers on my cheek, then realized I was crying.

Kissing her was not like kissing Julia, who had been all length and plum softness, and whose messages had been very clear. Kick was like a powerful trapped beast. She stirred restlessly, one hand in the small of my back, pulling me closer, one on my shoulder pushing me away. I eased to one side, weight on my right elbow, head propped on my hand. I stroked her belly. The muscle loosened. She sighed. The sigh sounded as though it had a smile in it. I smiled in the dark.

Danner strode out of her offices, the adrenaline of rage surging light and hot through her veins. Rage that soon became a kind of exhilaration. She was going to do her job. At last.

She smiled, but it was a disturbing, hard flexing of bane and muscle.