Quotes About Emotion

What I love about lyrics is that they don't have to be very complicated. A good sentence over a great chord with a good melody - all you need is that one moment.

I love the figure to get across what I feel.

Love isn't sensible, Red. I think that's the point.

How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?" "It was love because it was worth it.

It was love because it was worth it.

Love doesn't always have to be spoken out loud.

In your efforts to dazzle us your reasoning has gone awry. You know very well that love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

Death is beautiful. It alone gives love its true habitat.

It is in love with its limitless horizontality, as New York may be with its verticality.

We confide our secret to a friend, but in love it escapes us.

The heart needs not for its heaven much space, nor many stars therein, if only the star of love has arisen.

Ah, why can't I know if I love, or if I hate?

Your weak point is the open, vulnerable place where you can always be hurt. Love, in all its aspects, opens the self so fully.

Love is a terrible weakness. It gives your enemies a perfect target, clouds your judgement, makes you reckless... and that's on a good day.

I can give you honesty, monogamy, and more passion than you can stand, but not love. That emotion died in me long ago, as I suspect you already know.

Love is the same as being lost,' says Jacques to the dark. 'Except you don't care that you're lost.

For me and my wife, it was love at first sight.

If love were endless, if it were on tap, it wouldn't hit us the way it does. And we certainly wouldn't write about it.

He remained heartbroken, which meant one of two things: either his love was pure and true and earthshakingly significant; or he was addicted to feeling forlorn, he liked being heartbroken.

I just want to love and be loved.

I've been hit by a truck in love.

He loved her all he could; but he couldn't love her very much.

It's love and the capacity for love that distinguishes one human being from another.

Was this love? Because it hurt. It was like a bit of glass stuck somewhere important--his heart or his head, and it was throbbing.