Quotes About Emotion

Unexpressed emotion will be expressed somewhere, somehow, inside or out, most cruelly as unconscious aggression delivered with a smile or a poisonous cup of tea

If you don't love him, if you don't even care about him, then seeing him now shouldn't be all that painful. Should it?

She met his gaze, and what she saw in his eyes scared her, because at that instant she saw both possibility and heartbreak. She was ready for neither.

bazen, dedi, kalbim duruyor sanki.bazen kalbimin att???n? hiç ama hiç hissetmiyorum.

Kalp meselelerinde, ?st?rap refakat bulmaya can atar.

He looked at her, and she couldn't contradict him. Nor could she offer any false reassurance. Silence, at least, was honest.

Beni burada seni bekler halde b?rakm??ken, beni sevdiÄŸini nas?l söyleyebilirsin?

Think of what it means to manually strangle someone. How personal it is. The close contact. Skin to skin. Your hands against her flesh. Pressing her throat as you feel her life drain away.' Rizzoli

Hell, there are times when I'd like to run away from my family.

First of all, you need to know that an emotion is only that—an emotion—even though it may be a big, strong one. You are so much bigger, so much more than this emotion.

You cannot love properly and deeply without mindfulness.

Honey pie, you are making me crazy I'm in love but I'm lazy So won't you please come home

Honey pie, you are making me crazy I'm in love but I'm lazy

Love is wiser than wisdom." ? Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose

Ich liebe dich ja… wie heißt es doch, wenn man einen Zweig abbricht und die Blätter abreißt? Von Herzen, mit Schmerzen, über alle Maßen.

You know, I still don't know whether I loved him or hated him. Loved him, certainly, at first. And then hated him. And now? I don't know. . . . It's complicated.

And secretly I fell prey to the one of the besetting sins of western intellectuals, which normally I abhor: I began to experience envy of suffering, that profoundly dishonest emotion which derives from the foolish notion that only the oppressed can achieve righteousness or - more importantly - write anything profound.

Thus in life there is ever the intellectual and the emotional nature—the mind that reasons, and the mind that feels. Of one come the men of action—generals and statesmen; of the other, the poets and dreamers—artists all.

She only basked in the warmth of his feeling, which was as a grateful blaze to one who is cold.

A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burns as a will–o'–the–wisp, dancing onward to fairylands of delight. It roars as a furnace. Too often jealousy is the quality upon which it feeds.

His eyes expressed the difficulty he felt.

Love alters all. Unblood my instinct, love.

She moves as water moves, and comes to me, Stayed by what was, and pulled by what would be.

She loved the wind because the wind loved me.