Quotes About Emotion

I love playing to people and seeing them react.

Nothing really matters; love is all we need.

I don't doubt love for a second. I'm living for love. Listen to my songs!

I think love resides in all of the songs, even when they are overtly sexual.

And then I did laugh, even though the future was a dangerous place, because I loved her, and she loved me, and the world was beautiful.

But love isn't quantifiable on paper.

He was not as soft as when I'd first met him, not as young, but the angles of his face, his quick gestures, the way he sucked in his lower lip to think before going on - I was in love with all of it.

I would like to say that I was inspired to write 'Shiver' by some overwhelming belief in true love, but here's my true confession: I wrote 'Shiver' because I like to make people cry.

Love is the humblest yet the most powerful force that the human being has.

Maybe love can kill better than hate.

My father read Charles Dickens to us as children, and at the end of virtually every novel he would choke up and start to cry - and my father NEVER cried. It always made me love him all the more.

Your love has a broken wing if it cannot fly across the sea.

There is no doubt that a person's charms are less frequently a cause of love than a remark such as: 'No, this evening I shan't be free'.

Le bonheur est dans l'amour un e tat anormal. In love, happiness is abnormal.

The music of lovers is not generally appreciated by lovers of music.

She had no images of this love. She could offer no anecdotes. It was a belief rather than a memory.

He has been trying to sing Love into existence again And he has failed

His mouth is on me, his hands, I can't wait and he's moving, already, love, it's been so long, I'm alive in my skin, again, arms around him, falling and water softly everywhere, never-ending.

I am in love with Counting Crows. It is so manly and American.

Joy emanates out of the abiding sense of God's fierce love for us.

To love someone is to catch your breath whenever he walks in the room.

When he comes into a room, you give a little gasp, deep inside, far inside,' someone once said when trying to describe what it meant to love.

They knew that love snatched in the face of danger and death was doubly sweet for the strange excitement that went with it.

Many love me, but by none am I enough beloved.