Quotes About Emotion

No, most adults are like her father, whose fear, if he feels any, has been replaced by a kind of melancholy.

I don't now how you could not kid about love and still claim to have a sense of humor

Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it.

A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he's still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.

I had written a book of short stories which was published under the title of Uncle Tom's Children. When the review of that book began to appear, I realized that I had made an awful naive mistake. I found that I had written a book which even bankers' daughters could read and weep over and feel good about. I swore to myself that if I ever wrote another book, no one would weep over it; that it would be so hard and deep that they would have to face it without the consolation of tears.

What man is is perhaps too much to be borne by man.

I squat on my heels by his side and move my palm over him - a finger's-width distant - so that I might feel my ache of longing for him as a deep and essential part of me before I let it go

God, Parker." Miranda's voice broke. "Are we glad to see you." "Likewise. And you don't have to call me God. Saint Parker's good enough.

Then she clutched the paper to her heart and started laughing.

He talks about you...he thinks you're beautiful...

LOVE is not only an Emotion.....It is the Highest Emotion.

There is more than a little love involved in all of this.

Happiness is just the absence of pain. It's the best I can hope for.

Sometimes, remembering a moment in your life can physically hurt as you relive everything that mattered to you then, and realize how far gone it is now.

Stars, she whispered. I can see the stars again, my lady. A tear trickled down Artemis's cheek. Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight. Stars, Zoe repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky. And she did not move again.

Annabeth pressed her lips to Percy's ear. "I love you." She wasn't sure he could hear her—but if they died, she wanted those to be her last words.

No one can hate you with more intensity than someone who used to love you.

My point is that love is the most powerful motivator in the world. It spurs mortals to greatness. Their noblest, bravest acts are done for love.

Nothing is more tragic than loving someone to the depths of your soul and knowing they cannot and will not ever love you back.

She grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, which effectively shut him up.

When she kissed me, I had the feeling my brain was melting right through my body.

I'd missed Annabeth probably more than I wanted to admit.

Love was the most savage monster of all.

Humor was a good way to hide the pain.