Quotes About Emotion

He that has doctrinal knowledge and speculation only, without affection, never is engaged in the business of religion.

From love arises hatred of those things which are contrary to what we love, or which oppose and thwart us in those things that we delight in.

I admire your capacity for admiring.

The odd truth about Alfred was that love, for him, was a matter not of approaching but of keeping away.

The lump in his throat was evidence of how much, in spite of everything, he still loved her.

You can think of me thinking of you, because that's what I'll be doing whenever you think of me.

His life was much fuller than hers, and the breathing space this gave her was welcome. If she wanted his complete attention again, all she had to do was put his hands on her body; he was not undoglike himself in this regard.

My practical intelligence said no, but my heart said yes.

It was awkward to be called dear by a person you felt like calling insufferable bitch.

No one stays haunted by a person they're not still in love with.

He cried for a long time. I stroked his head and held him close. If he'd been a woman, I would have kissed his hair. But strict limits to intimacy are straight man's burden.

You could slap his wrist for saying it, but then he said it with his face, and you could spank him for making faces, but then he said it with his eyes, and there were limits to correction—no way, in the end, to penetrate behind the blue irises and eradicate a boy's disgust.

who you are, but I'm not in love with you.

He blamed her both for liking his mother and for

The cold breeze and the cold of Richard's Camel were mixing like joy and remorse.

She could clearly perceive the contours of her obsession with him. It would have been sensible to tear it from her skull, but the object had grown too large to be removed without splitting her head open. Despite its sick enormity, it was also too beautiful to her.

La brezza fredda e il fumo della Camel si mescolavano come gioia e rimorso.

She wore an expression of love so naked it seemed to Pip almost obscene.

neurochemically, obsessive-compulsive disorder bears a conspicuous resemblance to falling in love. Scientists have scanned the brains of the pathologically obsessive and held them up next to brain scans of the love-struck, and the images turned colors in the same places. Doctors drew blood and found the same chemical imbalances—namely, a serotonin deficit.

simply by trying to speak honestly, surrendering to emotion, supporting other people in their honesty and emotion, she experienced her first glimmerings of spirituality.

In terms of having an experience, seriously contemplating a murder was almost as good as going through with it, and it had the added benefit of not entailing risk.

She was certainly hungry to sleep with someone; it was practically forever since she'd done it. But she liked Jason a little too much to think it was a good idea to sleep with him. What if she started liking him even more? Relationship pain and relationship horror seemed probable.

She was having an outburst with no advance warning.

Love. This was the way not to fall into forgetting. Love, and a good publicist.