Quotes About Emotion

The kiss was yours, Dalinar,' she said idly, pulling open the door and entering his antechamber. 'You seduced me to it.' 'What? Seduced?' She glanced back at him. 'Dalinar, I've never been more open and honest in my life.' 'I know,' Dalinar said, smiling. 'That was the seductive part.

Emotion. It is what defines men—though ironically you are poor vessels for it. It fills you up and breaks you, unless you find someone to share the burden.

I couldn't remember what it felt like to laugh. I wondered if that meant I had already drowned.

Apparently, gods could cry.

Lately, she'd been having trouble picturing him. She could perfectly remember a picture of him, hanging above the mansion's hearth. But him? That wasn't so easy, though she loved him. That is not so odd an occurrence. A picture is an object, easy to define and contain, while a person is a soul—and is therefore neither of those things.

Though in this genre we write about the fantastic, the stories work best when there is solid grounding in our world. Magic works best for me when it aligns with scientific principles. Worldbuilding works best when it draws from sources in our world. Characters work best when they're grounded in solid human emotion and experience.

Despite that loyalty, Hrathen had never felt what Dilaf now expressed. Hrathen had no hatreds so severe that he wept, no loves so profound that he would risk everything in their name. He had always believed that he was the perfect follower of Jaddeth; that his Lord needed levelheadedness more than He needed unbridled ardor. Now, however, he wondered.

You cannot have my pain.

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

The two of them remained there, not saying a word, though she did eventually rest her hand on top of his. The fire had felt cold to him, the air frozen, but that hand was warm. Finally, he turned to the side, rested his head on her shoulder, and wept.

People learn things from art.

A storm is not an object like a box or a tree. Even to the more scientifically-minded, storms are more notion than numbers. When does a drizzle become a downpour, and when does a downpour become a storm? There's no firm line. It's about how you feel.

Perhaps you've owned something in your life to which you ascribed particular pleasure. A treasured toy, perhaps. Some photographs. The steel skull of your archnemesis. Now

She's right. What do I owe him? The answer came immediately. I love him.

Which was more potent? The pain of memory, or the pain of forgetting? He

Descubrirás que el odio puede unir a la gente más rápida y más fervientemente que la devoción.

This time, when she'd pointed it at me, she'd flicked the safety on. If that wasn't true love, I don't know what was.

I didn't have all the answers, but at least I had a goal. Revenge. Who cared if it would eat me up inside and leave me hollow?

She looked at me, her electricity flaring to life—growing more violent, more dangerous, lighting the room like a calzone stuffed with dynamite. Uh-oh Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Anytime you can make someone else feel something, you've got power over them.

The heart might provide the purpose, but the head provides the method, the path.

Each time I came crashing down into the ocean porpoiselike, water hit my face like the slap of a jilted lover.

To lack feeling is to be dead, but to act on every feeling is to be a child.

My daughter is in love with Adele. She listens to her every day. To see someone with that much passion and soul move a 9-year-old is amazing and it's magical.