Quotes About Emotion

I think once you love somebody, you love somebody; that's just how it is.

Fear is instantly debilitating and love instantly empowering

I've yet to read a love story that compares with mine.

The love we'd shared always burned within me, no matter how often I told myself to move on, no matter how much the world did think I'd moved on.

Yes, I-- I think I love her. Is that nuts?

And hey, if I keep loving you, maybe you'll eventually crack and love me too.

Maybe I was in love, but I was still me, after all.

My actions were coming from a place of love.

Death has more in common with Love than you might imagine.

I hate the feeling of falling - I'll never jump from a plane - but I love a good roller coaster. Go figure!

I know how much embarrassment hurts, and I love it as a theme because you can keep digging a hole. It's just an endless well, embarrassment.

You cannot simplify love by cutting away all but its essence.

So I guess I'm a fool, I'm a fool in love. But I'm willing to stay here, and bask in the glory of his heart.

'Drive,' that's the one. I love dozens of songs by R.E.M., but that's the one, even though it took me 7 or 8 years to start liking it.

The more you love, the more you can love - and the more intensely you love.

Such ever was love's way: to rise, it stoops.

Can we love but on condition that the thing we love must die?

What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?

Might she have loved me? just as well She might have hated, who can tell!

I loved Molly. Or at least I told myself I did. Or, if what I felt for her was not love, it was at least a plausible imitation, a convincing substitute.

In the theatre, you are in love with what is on the stage, with the moment. You just don't get that with movies or videos, or TV, where you know that what you are seeing is repeatable.

Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air.

Ultimately, the product you sell is love-manifested and materialized.

Music was born of love. Had there never been any human affection, there never could have been uttered a strain of music.