Quotes About Emotion

Melancholy is incompatible with bicycling.

I have a very intense marriage.

We burned down rooms. We knew what everything meant. We understood terror and fury as no one else had. It hurt to be together and hurt more to be apart. Our mouths clashed. Our teeth scraped. Our arms ached from the meld. We knew each other's smells and heard each other's voices and told each other things that no one else ever had.

I never knew her in life. She exists for me through others, in evidence of the ways her death drove them

There is emotion in the hug, and there is respect and a form of love. Emotion that comes from honesty, respect that comes from challenge, and the form of love that exists between people whose minds have touched, whose hearts have touched, whose souls have touched. Our minds touched. Our hearts touched. Our souls touched. We separate.

Part of me still loves. More of me doesn't.

I have yet to see a serious act of violence that was not provoked by the experience of feeling shamed or humiliated, disrespected and ridiculed.

Henry: I am sorry you're not fonder of me, lad. Your father always said, "Be fond of stronger men." Philip: No wonder he loved everyone.

Depression opens the door to beauty of some kind.

To hope for nothing, to expect nothing, to demand nothing. This is analytical despair.

Love alone is not enough. Without imagination, love stales into sentiment, duty, boredom. Relationships fail not because we have stopped loving but because we first stopped imagining.

Our lives are determined less by our childhood than by the traumatic way we have learned to remember our childhoods.

What a host of little incidents, all deep-buried in the past -- problems that had once been urgent, arguments that had once been keen, anecdotes that were funny only because one remembered the fun. Did any emotion really matter when the last trace of it had vanished from human memory; and if that were so, what a crowd of emotions clung to him as to their last home before annihilation? He must be kind to them, must treasure them in his mind before their long sleep.

Brookfield will never forget his lovableness," said Cartwright, in a speech to the School. Which was absurd, because all things are forgotten in the end.

The intellectual normally values reason above all, Dover demonstrates that reason divorced from emotion becomes cold, clinical and ahuman.

Our love is kind of stalled, baby. But it ain't about the sex. I'd trade the roses and the negligees If we could just connect. I go deeper when you look into my eyes. There's a place where neither one of us can hide. And it's up to us to reinvent the game. Love it when you call my name.

When you kiss me, And ya miss me. You hold me tight, Make everything all right. I break out - in a cold sweat heh!

May not Music be described as the Mathematics of sense, and Mathematics as the Music of reason?

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.

Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion.

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.

His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.

He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.

But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires. from "Araby