Quotes About Emotion

You don't go on "probably" when love and guns are in hand.

Love is a form of prejudice. I have too many other prejudices.

and love was lightning and remembrance

I'll use the knives for spreading jam, and the gas to warm my greying love.

Love, like the cold bath, is never negative, it seldom leaves us where it finds us; if once we plunge into it, it will either heighten our virtues, or inflame our vices.

I cannot help it; reason has nothing to do with it; I love her against reason-but who would as soon love me for my own sake, as she would love the beggar at the corner.

I went away, dear Agnes, loving you. I stayed away, loving you. I returned home, loving you!

The music I'm making is like an explosion of love. It moves away from super dark, its more romanticized and floral, but still quite black.

I'll hear a song I love and suddenly I'm isolated from everything around me just for a nanosecond. That's a moment between a moment.

I must, then, repeat continually that we are forever sundered - and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love him.' - Jane Eyre

He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.

Compatibility is weird. Love is confusing. Love is one wild beast.

I think sometimes it's hard to know what you feel, or to know what's real and what's not, because love or hate or any feeling is a belief. You can say you hate someone, but you don't truly know them.

I remember being absolutely rocked to my core by how profoundly I could love another human being.

Love is all that matters.

I love to laugh, I love the joy of life, and I love sharing it.

I love the theater because the theater is alive. The audience is right there.

I liked his voice, rich and unself-conscious even when he forgot words and hummed to fill in the gap. What I didn't understand, I imagined, and thus it became a love song.

And thus love makes fools of us all.

I'm a huge, huge believer in love. Huge!

Don't you get it? It's the end of the world! That's exactly when you fall in love. When else?

A profusion of fancies and quotations is out of place in a love-letter. True feeling is always direct, and never deviates into by-ways to cull flowers of rhetoric.

We cannot reason ourselves into love, nor can we reason ourselves out of it, which suggests that love and reason have little to do with each other.

Love makes a few weeks so rich that all the rest of our lives seems poor in comparison.