Quotes About Emotion

Kjærligheten er en lidenskap som blander et ganske lite kvantum solid substans sammen med et langt større kvantum forfengelighet og feberfantasier.

Il est peu d'hommes, qui aiment la poésie, qui ne se gratifieraient plus d'être le père de l'Éneide que du plus beau garçon de Rome, et qui ne souffriraient pas plus aisément la perte de celui-ci que de l'Éneide.

El que puede decir cómo es su ardor, arde con un fuego pequeño.

Reassurance is such a sad, mad thing. Deep inside, everyone knows the truth.

Matthey, a Geneva physician very close to Rousseau's influence, formulates the prospect for all men of reason: 'Do not glory in your state, if you are wise and civilized men; an instant suffices to disturb and annihilate that supposed wisdom of which you are so proud; an unexpected event, a sharp and sudden emotion of the soul will abruptly change the most reasonable and intelligent man into a raving idiot.

only that which never ceases to hurt stays in the memory.

He kissed the corner of her lips before whispering by her ear, "And that was just my hand, love.

There's nothing sweet about me, love, he said.

He took her hand from her head and held it in his. Your beauty could make a rose blush. Are you... drunk?

Do you think, said Will, gazing over the wall at the oak tree, do you think you can die of happiness?

No one ever said that making love had to be a gently-flowing river which slowly became a flood. Sometimes the raging torrent came first. As it did now, as tempers drove it and the desire to fight each other became as compelling as the desire to drown in each other's surging swell.

This mouth had kissed me so much it had worn its own grooves into my teeth. It was like settling into the armchair that fit exactly the round of your body, only it was incredibly exciting because everything was different now, and it was horribly wrong to be kissing. It would only prolong everything. I sat there in the bus shelter, back up against the glass, hoping the bug would never come. Desperation is the sexiest emotion.

Oh my God, Michelle thought, I think we're making love. It was a term everyone barfed at. No one wanted to make love, people wanted to fuck, to take each other's skin apart with knives and pin it back together with needles.

I wanted her so badly, my heart hung out of my chest like some hound-dog's tongue, pant, pant.

Melancholy was a fleshy wave permanently cresting on her face, she had to speak through it when she talked.

Melancholy was a fleshy wave permanently crusting on her face. She had to speak through it when she talked.

She was just so sad. Her whole face hung with it, like sadness was her personal gravity.

How can an attraction rooted in such deep insecurity not result in obsession?

I was so sad that day. My heart was trying to climb from my body.

I had played all my angles, tossed my heart with a wet rattling thump onto her snare drum, I Love You I Love You I Love You.

When we force a smile, we activate facial muscles with our prefrontal cortex. But when we smile because we are in a good mood, our nerves are controlled by our limbic system, which activates a slightly different set of muscles. Our brains can tell the subtle difference between the two, which was beneficial for our evolution.)

No aspect of our world is as mysterious as consciousness, the state of awareness that animates our every waking moment, the sense of being located in a body that exists within a larger world of color, sound, and touch, all of it filtered through our thoughts and imbued by emotion.

El llanto era necesario para lavar la conciencia

No olvide lo que le digo, el primer hijo embaraza tanto al padre como a la madre.