Quotes About Emotion

Inside all people there is love, also the need to take care of the other man who is his brother. Inside everyone is a savage, but there is also happening tenderness and compassion.

It wouldn't be a Carrie Underwood album without a revenge song on it. People really like when I do that. I don't mean to. I don't hate men that much. But it turns out so well!

Must I go bound while you go free Must I love a manwho doesn't love me Must I be born with so little art As to love a man who'll break my Heart

I moved to Los Angeles to be with a man I loved.

Finally, a human man saw me as intensely valuable. Just my luck he was happily married and thought I was a freak.

Englishmen rarely cry, except under the pressure of the acutest grief; whereas in some parts of the Continent the men shed tears much more readily and freely.

I've always been a little skittish about death. On certain days I'm okay with it. On other days it's like, "Really? I have to? No, man, not me."

I always have been a guy that's always smiling, always laughing. And really, my family, man. Just them right there, when I see my little girls, I mean, that's just an automatic smile right there.

For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.

I couldn't describe how little interest I have in men. Or I could - but I don't think that it would be appropriate.

Love is not ful of pittie (as men say) But deaffe and cruell, where he meanes to pray.

A man kills the thing he loves, and he must die a little himself.

There could be few men whose love for a woman had been written on his face with a knife.

If a man doesn't know how to dance he doesn't know how to make love, there I said it!

Oh, no, it can't be teardrops 'Cause a man ain't supposed to cry.

God cannot be found on a microscopic slide, but in the hearts of men.

A man without passion would be like a body without a soul. Or even more grotesque, like a soul without a body.

You can't belay a man who's falling in love.

I have always seen cold and controlled men as the right ones for me.

The loves of men but vary in degrees-- They find no new expression for the flame.

Men are wary of me because they know, by listening to my music, that a relationship with me will be quite deep.

It's better to live like a flame, to know a man and love him even if he can't be yours, then never to love at all.

I've been wondering about Dostoyevsky. How can a man write so badly, so unbelievably badly, and make you feel so deeply?

My father was a deeply sentimental man. And like all sentimental men, he was also very cruel.