Quotes about Emotion

I had never known her before and I had never loved her so much. The more we know the more we love, I thought.

For a moment I had felt elation as on the instant of waking before one remembers.

He put his mouth on her and kissed her on the cheek; he was afraid of the mouth-thoughts travel too easily from lip to lip.

He had been frightened and so he had been vehement.

I don't believe anyone who says love, love, love. It means self, self, self.

But we do not love people for what they do for us. Love happens to us; it isn't created.

I want ordinary corrupt human love

and sitting there, my fingers on the quiet instrument, with something to look forward to. I thought to myself: I remember. This is what hope feels like.

She loved him whatever that meant but love was not an eternal

She had so much more capacity for love than I had - I couldn't bring down that curtain round the moment, I couldn't forget and I couldn't not fear. Even in the moment of love, I was like a police officer gathering evidence of a crime that hadn't yet been committed [...]

Because I couldn't bear the thought of her so much as touching another man, I feared it all the time, and I saw intimacy in the most casual movement of her hand.

Why is it that the hate of man — even of a man like Franco — dies with his death, and yet love, the love which he had begun to feel for Father Quixote, seemed now to live and grow in spite of the final separation and the final silence — for how long, he wondered with a kind of fear, was it possible for that love of his to continue? And to what end?