Quotes About Emotion

The life of a person is more than the chaos of its passing. Emotion, Ruin. This is your defeat.

And yet, he was finding more and more that he didn't want to take his mind off her. Which was more potent? The pain of memory, or the pain of forgetting?

Wayne held back a smile, tucking it into his pocket for later use.

Beyond that, memories have a way of changing on us. Souring or sweetening over time—like a brew we drink, then recreate later by taste, only getting the ingredients mostly right. You can't taste a memory without tainting it with who you have become.

He was protecting. He was saving. Yet he was killing. How could something so terrible be so beautiful at the same time?

Was he happy? He wasn't sad. For now, he'd accept "not sad.

The look of disbelief that ran across the boy's face was somehow more disturbing than the despair it had replaced. This creature had given up hope long ago; he probably begged out of habit rather than expectation.

Pity can be a powerful tool. Anytime you can make someone else feel something, you've got power over them.

I let out a sound that was definitely not a whimper. It was something far more manly, no matter what it sounded like.

She would always love him. But she would not cease to function because he was gone

I don't hate you, Pattern," Shallan said. "I hate the sword." "But—" "The sword isn't you. The sword is me, my father, the life we led, and the way it got twisted all about.

Art is not art if it has a function.

Love must be allowed to flow both ways—if it is not, then it is not truly love, I think.

What else will we do?" I asked, turning to leave. "This is the only plan we have." "This isn't a plan," Prof said. "It's hormones.

It was like... like singing. From my hand.

You can't taste a memory without tainting it with who you have become.

Poems don't deserve numbers

I couldn't help grinning at the sight of her. Megan, in turn, raised a nine-millimeter square at my chest. Well, that was familiar, at least.

Your words make sense up here," Kaladin said, tapping his head. "But not down here." He slapped his breast. "That's always been your problem, son. Letting your heart override your head." "My head can't be trusted sometimes," Kaladin said.

Love . . . love is like a classical melody.' Shallan grinned. 'If you end your performance too quickly, your audience is disappointed?' 'Shallan!' Balat said. Wikim, however, was rolling on the ground.

That," Cobb said, "was somehow the most embarrassing and inspiring display I've ever seen out of cadets! You should be ashamed. And proud.

You actually love him, don't you?" Marasi asked. "Well, love is a strong emotion, one that requires careful deliberation to—" "Steris." "Yes." She looked down at her notebook. "It's foolish, isn't it?" "Of course it is," Marasi said. "Love is always a foolish emotion. That's what makes it work.

Sarene finally released him, wiping her eyes, disappointed in herself for crying again. Kiin simply placed a large hand on her shoulder and led her into the dining room, where the rest of the family sat around the table, even Adien. Lukel had been talking animatedly, but he cut off as he saw Sarene. "Speak the name of the lion," he said, quoting a Jindoeese proverb, "and he will come to feast.

Al apuntarme había puesto el seguro. Si aquello no era amor verdadero, no sé qué lo es.