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...

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...

Do you really want to know how I feel?

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...

Sex is an emotion in motion.

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

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...

Your hair is winter fire, January embers. My heart burns there, too.

I could crawl inside the lyrics and know each note intimately. They would claw at my soul, until I could no longer fight the emotions that took me to a place I couldn't experience. But, it was the...

Dude, you're scaring the crap out of me,' said Nick. 'I'm serious, I literally have no crap right now.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

Not my daughter, you bitch!

my intention that people will feel like throttling her

Has my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something.

I twitched a smile, resisting the temptation to kick his teeth down his throat, and folded myself into the deck chair.

He buried his face in her neck and held her in his arms, absorbing the form the shape of her, the miracle of her. It had been so long since he held her, loved her, taken all that she was and given her...

These humans - they are cruel monsters. Liars. Deceitful. For the first time, I want to hurt them the way they hurt me. This is so unfair. My body feels numb, my energy spent, my mind deceived and...

It is the mundanes who look at me and see something they do not understand - a boy who is not quite white and not quite foreign either." "Just as I am not human, and not demon either," Tessa said...

Without guilt or remorse, shame was an empty emotion. Indeed, shame would not be shame.

There ought to be a law against the sun rising and setting for you in somebody else.

He thought his heart would kill him, he'd had no clue what it was capable of.