There was a time when the music fell silent. Both within me and around me.

Music is life, that's why our hearts have beats.

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

Isaac stopped her at the bottom of the stairs with a crooked smile. I would wish you sweet dreams, but how can they be memorable if I won't be in them?

It was wonderful to see the sparkle back in her eyes. He wanted to keep it there. For the first time in years he'd found himself actually caring about how someone else felt. He'd been spending so much...

Anna would like you, he thinks, looking into her face. Anna would like you.

The piper never knew we were watchers... ..Sounds echoed - sounds of a Scottish love song. They echoed through the silence, soft and melancholy, as he kept time with his foot, and the metal of the...

You realize how much you love someone once that someone is gone…gone forever, and you are filled with regret and sadness.

Where we love is home

Conservative should tend to resist the argument that our particular crisis is a more-than-normal one, that our particular moment is a more-than-Madisonian one. Conservatism is a healthy political...

I don't want to know that you don't want me. I don't want to know what you do without me. I don't want to know what I'll be without you. I don't wanna know. I don't wanna know.

Words can't explain everything. But silence never fails to mean something

Do you really want to know how I feel?

If you could imagine the color of anger, it had been splashed over every wall. Rage, something dense and seething, was hanging from every chandelier, resentment woven into thick carpets padding the...

I really want to punch you right now. Maybe even break your nose. But I won't because I like this dress.

You seem... .unsettled. Was unsettled another word for horny enough to climb the walls? Because if so, then yes, I was most definitely unsettled.

What does not engage our feelings does not long engage our thoughts either.

Can we account for instinct?' said Monte Cristo. 'Are there not some places where we seem to breathe sadness? - why, we cannot tell. It is a chain of recollections - an idea which carries you back to...

She's known sadness. That's what it is. I only just thought that as I wrote it. She's known sadness, and it has made her kind.

If he didn't love so deeply, he couldn't grieve so deeply. But he's drowning in it.

I cannot remember you when the rain flows down - I cannot remember you and my heart begins to drown ...

Sex is an emotion in motion.

The heart is perverse above all things, and unsearchable. Who can know it?

... then he blushed and seemed to fade where he stood... .When the musical star moved on, Lotto turned to her and silently docked his head on her shoulder for two moments, recharged he turned to face...

First, the wind would rumble in the distance like an approaching river, then he would see grass bend, pressed by a great invisible hand. The dull rumble would rise in pitch to a swishing, lashing...

In any case, perhaps the quest for data to support our actions gets overemphasized. After all, our emotions distinguish us. Art and poetry and music are from and to the human heart, as is, for many,...

Everyone has a button for sadness and a button for happiness, your condition depends on which one you push the most.

He drinks his coffee tentatively, glancing at me every few seconds, watching me. Every time he glances in my direction, I quickly turn away though he obviously knows I'm watching him. I know he's...

Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.

Fire's tears were real now, and there was no helping them, for there was no time. Everything was moving too fast. She crossed the room to him, put her arms around him, clung to him, turning her face...