Quotes About Emotion

Love is an emotion. It can't be seen or touched, and it is experienced differently by everyone, therefore it is difficult to measure.

Romance is one of the sacred temples that dot the landscape of life.

We tend to lack humility toward love, to patronize it rather than bow before it, to put mundane considerations before the emotional need to hold someone in our arms.

Did you love well what you very soon left? Come home and take me in your arms and take away this stomach ache, headache, heartache.

I could have loved you once And said it But then you went away And when you came back Love was a forgotten word, Remember?

I love a natural look in pictures. I like people with a feeling one way or another - it shows an inner life. I like to see that there's something going on inside them.

…deep-diving love, a love that excavates you. It's something you have to have before you die in order to have lived.

Life's too short not to tell the people you love how you feel. Say it... and say it often. Oh, and start with God.

She'll never love you better than she loves her own children.

Grief can be a slow ache that never seems to stop rising, yet as we grieve, those we love mysteriously become more and more a part of who we are.

I never studied jazz technically; I just know and love the music.

That's what I love about music...all these banalities suddenly turn into these beautiful, effervescent pearls.

Music has always been a part of me and art in general. I love visual art as well.

She let herself love me for three minutes. Can three minutes last forever? I ask myself, but already know the answer. Probably not, I reply. But maybe they last long enough.

Absolutely, love exists in this universe.

I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; I can only say this, "I do not love thee."

Love with life is heaven; and life, unloving, hell.

Love looketh from the eye, and kindleth love by looking.

This day I see that pretty much all my correspondences are love letters.

Love did not have to make sense. It did not have to be worthy. It did not have to be earned. It did not have to woo. It just simply was.

Love, I have discovered, does not judge. It just is.

What's the use of falling in love if you both remain inertly as you were?

We do not love anything more deeply than we love a story.

Writing a poem ... is a kind of possible love affair between something like the heart (that courageous but also shy factory of emotion) and the learned skills of the conscious mind.