Quotes About Emotion

Her face has lost its usual resolute determination; she's actually enjoying herself spontaneously, and the lack of her usual self-consciousness allows us to see just how beautiful she is.

I'm not "happy" but I'm not unhappy about it.

There is not in nature, a thing that makes man so deformed, so beastly, as doth intemperate anger.

When you protect yourself from pain, be sure you do not protect yourself from love.

Food is symbolic of love when words are inadequate.

You can know something in your head but not in your heart.

Sorrow is an inseparable dimension of our human experience. We suffer after a loss because we are human. And in our suffering, we are transformed.

She had seen this man before, in a daydream. In a nightmare.

Passion is a meta-emotion — an emotion that is felt only after observing other emotions over time.

Imagine that your mouth is a water spout. When you open the valve (speak), whatever comes out is an indicator of what's inside of you.

In reality, we use our love to get the love we need.

What has become of the adventures of the heart? Killed by the dark adventures of existence. ERICH MARIA REMARQUE

What the eye doesn't see,"' said the man, '"the heart doesn't grieve for." Or does it?

Fear isn't a weakness. Anyone who's never been afraid is a fool.

Irrational exuberance

The pursuit of love seemed to need the cultivation of indifference.

Nick felt a tear rise to his eye at the thought of the child's utter innocence of hangovers.

I like to write sad songs. They're much easier to write and you get a lot more emotion into them. But people don't want to hear them as much. And radio definitely doesn't they want that positive, uptempo thing.

answered in a low, breathless voice.

She may have discovered how to solve the problem of aviation in music. What makes an aviator what he is? An aviator is a person who deals with getting heavier-than-air objects off the ground. She could do that, musically and emotionally. She could take a feeling and actually lift it off the ground, and it would stay there.

For it is only habit and memory that dulls the physical passion. Without memory, each night is the first night, each morning is the first morning, each kiss and touch are the first.

It is a world of impulse. It is a world of sincerity. It is a world in which every word spoken speaks just to that moment, every glance given has only one meaning, each touch has no past or no future, each kiss is a kiss of immediacy.

What is a husband He is the one who, with a touch, can bring back the starlight and glow of years long ago. At least he hopes he can-don't disappoint him.

Love your rage, not your cage.