Quotes About Emotion

All that mattered was him looking at me

Thinking would keep me alive. But now I am alive and thinking is killing me

She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release.

she cried and cried and cried, there weren't any napkins nearby so I ripped the page from the book - I don't speak. I'm sorry. - and used it to dry her cheeks, my explanation and apology ran down her face like mascara (..)

I couldn't explain my need to myself, and that's why it was such a beautiful need

I asked her why she was getting so upset about such a small thing. She said, 'It doesn't feel small to me.

I knew that we were sharing something with our eyes, but I didn't know what, and I didn't know if it mattered.

I wanted to shout myself into his ear.

I don't know how late it got. I probably fell asleep, but I don't remember. I cried so much that everything blurred into everything else. At some point she was carrying me to my room. Then I was in bed. She was looking over me. I don't believe in God, but I believe that things are extremely complicated, and her looking over me was as complicated as anything ever could be. But it was also incredibly simple. In my only life, she was my mom, and I was her son.

it broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of

How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love? Why does anyone ever make love?

Hüznü aÅŸman?n tek yolu onu tüketmektir (...)

Hayat?m?n en güzel günlerinden biri, hayat?m? yaÅŸad???m ve hayat?m hakk?nda hiç düÅŸünmediÄŸim bir gündü.

And was the next word I lost, probably because it was so close to her name, what a simple word to say, what a profound word to lose.

And I love the idea of books being more than books, or being, rather, something other than books. I think the ideal experience of my book would be like listening to music.

What's so great about feeling and dreaming?

And how can you say I love you to someone you love? I rolled onto my side and fell asleep next to her. Here is the point of everything I have been trying to tell you, Oskar. It's always necessary. I love you, Grandma.

I said, I want to tell you something She said, you can tell me tomorrow. I had never told her how much I loved her. She was my sister. We slept in the same bed. There was never a right time to say it. It was always unnecessary

That ghost of a smile fell away and receded and finally faded.

Is God sad? He would have to exist to be sad, wouldn't He? I know, she said, giving his shoulder a little slap. That's why I was asking, so I might finally know if you believed! Well, let me leave it at this: if God does exist, He would have a great deal to be sad about. And if He doesn't exist, then that too would make Him quite sad, I imagine. So to answer your question, God must be sad.

Hiçbir ÅŸeyi özlediÄŸin bir ÅŸeyden daha fazla sevemezsin.

Brod discovered 613 sadnesses, each perfectly unique, each a singular emotion, no more similar to any other sadness than to anger, ecstasy, guilt, or frustration. Mirror Sadness. Sadness of Domesticated Birds. Sadness of Being Sad in Front of One's Parent. Humor Sadness. Sadness of Love Without Release.

I am a very sad person. I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition, and I am always the same thing. Perhaps I am the only person in the world, then, who never becomes sad. Perhaps I am lucky.

My father's face, when he said that, dissolved into a stillness, a sad expression, sadder than human feeling.