Quotes About Emotion

I stared in silence as Miranda swooped, shrieking, down the playground slide, searching to see alive in her all the dead love in me.

The huge buoyant air sack of love that filled his body had just exploded and the collapse was devastating.

It's crazy isn't it? She shook her head. You have to believe it, but you hate it. I don't have to believe it, and I think it's beautiful. She shook her head again. It's crazy.

Jess drew the way some people drink whiskey.

Jess drew the way some people drink whiskey. The peace would start at the top of his muddled brain and seep down through his tired and tensed-up body.

They gave Jesse all of Leslie's books and her paint set with three pads of real watercolor paper.

Shanna - Madam Beauchamp. You have provided the brightest moment in my day. As she stared, his lips moved further in soundless vow. I love you.

Honor you? he breathed. Sweetest Erienne, how could I not? You are ever in my thoughts, bending me, plucking at the fibers of my mind. The man inside me trembles whenever you're near, and I groan with agony for the touch of your hand laid upon me in a soft caress.

His gaze dropped and fell to the floor in thoughtful concentration for a long moment. When he looked up at her again, his gaze was direct and unflinching. Because I have fallen in love with you.

Tell me you don't feel what I feel when I hold you. Tell me you don't tremble when I touch you, he whispered huskily, and then try to tell me you don't want me to make love to you.

Kathleen E. Woodiwiss

Isn't love worth taking a risk?

Humans have no monopoly on grief. Dolphins carry their dead on their backs for days. Giraffes refuse to eat. Elephants cry. Whit carried the dead on his back for years. For life. I'll carry him on my flightless wings always.

It wasn't that happiness led to humor, but more that humor could lead, perhaps, to happiness—that an eye for the absurd could keep one active in one's despair, the opposite of depressed: static and passive.

Perfume should tell a story – the story of who you are, who you might be, perhaps even of who you fear becoming . . . all of these things are possible. It's a very intimate element of a woman, just like her signature or the sound of her voice. And it conveys feelings and states of being that have no name, no language. Its very ambiguity makes it truer than words because, unlike words, it can't be manipulated or misunderstood.

You see, nothing is more immediate, more complete than the sense of smell. In an instant, it has the power to transport you. Your olfactory sense connects not to the memory itself, but to the emotion you felt when that memory was made. To recreate a scent memory is one of the most challenging, eloquent pursuits possible. It's poetry, in its most immediate form.

The world is defined by smells – not words or shapes or sounds. This is the language that makes sense, that everyone understands.

Her chest was a frail cage for the beating of her heart.

Fear was alive, with a heartbeat of its own.

Moon Scalding

And yet he could not stop thinking of them. He did not want to stop thinking of them. He would never stop thinking of them.

Sex. You can't lie to yourself sexually. If you don't want it, it's the most disgusting thing in the world.

What she really wanted [...] was [...] to experience every emotion to the limit so she could go beyond every limit.

Since an emotion's an announcement of value, in this society of the death (of values) emotions moved like zombies through humans.