Quotes About Emotion

The ordinary bloke will not voluntarily pay for "art" that leaves him unmoved--if he does pay for it, the money has to be conned out of him, by taxes and such.

I had a mink, and I had money and I was miserable.

Music is magic. Music does s**t that money could never do. Music unites nations and stops wars.

Happiness is what matters, feeling alive-not art or knowledge or money.

There is no better taste than this: someone else's laughter in your mouth.

Please kiss that girl a million times.

I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing that they weren't the same thing.

It was her eyes and my eyes and I felt a surging sensation of rightness, of saying the right thing at the right time to the right person.

A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.

Cases fired by emotion rather than money were dangerous.

Greatest quality of money is whether coming or going leave tears in the eyes of beholder.

When poetry is on the money, 12 words can slay you. I admire that greatly.

Kiss an angel good morning and love her like the devil when you get back home.

Like sweet morning dew I took one look at you And it was plain to see You were my destiny

Oh how I hate you. I hate you so much it gives me energy. I have to get up early in the morning just to hate you, because there's not enough time in the day! Please GO AWAY!

Your kisses lift me higher...like the sweet song of a choir. You light my morning sky, with burning love.

It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious

To be loved, I think, is the thing that gets you up in the morning.

Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.

(His) sadness grew; it became a rock inside him, pulling him down. He carried the sadness everywhere, morning, noon, and night. It hurt to breathe.

Don't hide your goosebumps.

Willa?" "Yes" "It's morning and I still love you.

In the morning, you tear up the pages of your fever, but every word naturally leads you back to its color, its night.

September morn Do you remember how we danced that night away Two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play September morning still can make me feel this way.