Quotes About Emotion

If my father had hugged me even once, I'd be an accountant right now.

Humor is a very important thing. It is a natural predilection. It is an emotional release.

I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. Can you believe it? We were so intimate once upon a time I can't believe it now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can't imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I haven't been.

I loved you so much once. I did. More than anything in the whole wide world. Imagine that. What a laugh that is now. Can you believe it? We were so intimate once upon a time I can't believe it now. The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can't imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else. I haven't been.

All this, all of this love we're talking about, it would just be a memory. Maybe not even a memory. Am I wrong? Am I way off base? Because I want you to set me straight if you think I'm wrong. I want to know. I mean, I don't know anything, and I'm the first one to admit it.

But he stays by the window, remembering that life. They had laughed. They had leaned on each other and laughed until the tears had come, while everything else—the cold and where he'd go in it—was outside, for a while anyway.

But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, 'There is something about you I cherish.

What the hell, it always rains in sad love stories. And in happy ones too. Must be a reason, though perhaps not necessarily metaphysical.

Moinous reaches for Sucette's hand and squeezes it. Oh but I do love you, I do, I swear, in spite of them. However, for the first time in his life Moinous understands what quicksand love is.

La vie? Un rien l'amène, un rien l'anime, un rien la mine, un rien l'emmène.

This is the challenge of writing. You have to be very emotionally engaged in what youre doing, or it comes out flat. You cant fake your way through this.

Heartache, to her, coursed through everything--which was as it should be, since people needed it to make them kind.

For the heart is not a candle that, once lit, can be extinguished at will, but a fragile, foolish thing, all too easily wounded, all too slow to heal.

But love him? No. She was broken somewhere inside. She couldn't love like other people.

I think with any woman, or any person that's been in love before, you know that feeling when you first meet someone. The butterflies and excitement that's there.

I always loved the piano because it's just a bunch of buttons. I like to push buttons.

If someone likes you, they'll buy what you're selling, whether or not they need it.

I really love Death Cab.

If the characters are not alive to me, it doesn't matter how good the sentences are. It just becomes all cake and no frosting.

I don't take very calculated decisions. I just follow my heart.

There are no calculations in the records I make. I record as many songs as I can. Songs that I think are my best.

I can tell you I love California - and no more.

I'm really taken with 'Calling Me Home' by Alice Gerrard.

When I sing, I feel calm.