Quotes About Emotion

Identity is memory; when memory disappears, the self dissolves and love with it.

I want to move people, stir something within them that makes them feel. That's what a movie should do and an actor should do, make you feel something. I think that's why people love films so much.

I love theater. I think theater, when its done right, is the best, like a religious experience. When it is done badly, it's the worst thing. It's just an incredible experience.

You can't give a child too much love and if you love somebody, you can't be with them enough. There's no such thing.

When I was singing about 'All You Need Is Love' I was talking about something I hadn't experienced.

Love is you, you and me. Love is knowing we can be.

I look for every opportunity to mix comedy and horror and tragedy. I love catching audiences off-guard.

As love knoweth no lawes, so it regardeth no conditions

It is not virtue, wisdom, valour, wit, Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit, That woman's love can win, or long inherit; But what it is, hard is to say, Harder to hit.

'Fringe' is essentially a love story, so the scenes where Walter had close connection with Peter, but also with Anna's character or Jasika's character, were very special to me.

Love: A term which has no meaning if defined.

Tis love in love that makes the sport.

Love makes the air light.

One of the nice things about having a lover, it makes you think about everything anew. The rest of your life becomes a kind of movie, flat and even rather funny.

Sam Phillips asked me to go write a love song, or maybe a bitter weeper. So I wrote a song called, "Cry Cry Cry," went back in and recorded that for the other side of the record.

Aesthetically, I love the whole history of the music.

Love can climb the highest mountain or sink to the lowest depth

Love will turn you on your head.

Acting is not just something I love but a part of who I am.

I felt it very moving to feel his touch, and to remember that hands can also show love.

If it had and answer, it wouldn't really be love, would it?

She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release.

...he was leaving me. I wondered if I should stop him. If I should wrestle him to the ground and force him to love me. I wanted to hold his shoulders down and shout into his face.

In love, it is the weak who strike and the strong who caress.