Quotes About Emotion

It's amazing the things that you cry at. I cry when I smell my son's hair in the morning. We have a moment of peace and I'll be like, 'Ahhhh! How can you love this much?'

WHEN YOUR HEART IS ALIVE, you are always beautiful. Always. Even in the morning.

You are the one who gives me reason to wake in the mornings, who infuriates me, who enrages me, who enthralls me. You are my passion, my fury, my soul. Shall i explain further?

Even though I found you on an ordinary day, it felt like I found a precious pearl in an oyster when I deep dived into the sea. Baby, you are really that precious to me.

She loved you in the morning because the day was new.

And besides, I like to cry. After I cry hard it's like it's morning again and I'm starting the day over.

You tell anyone I cried, I'll find a dead fish, put it in a sock, hide it in your room, and let it putrefy.""Fair enough.

The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Careful?! Was my mother careful when she stabbed me in the heart with a coat hanger while I was still in womb?

You must torment people with your artistic delight, scaring mother and grandmother in the middle of the night.

For us Indians, I don't think English can ever exude that magic of emotions which our mother tongue can.

There is in all this cold and hollow world, No fount of deep, strong,deathless love ;save that within a mother's heart

As a mother you are only as happy as your saddest child

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world.

There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that trancends all other affections of the heart

When you look into your mother's eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.

It moves one's heart to think: Nine months before I was born there was a woman who loved me deeply. She did not know what I was going to be like, but she loved me because she carried me in her womb.

I was speechless. Rare for me, but if anyone was capable of shocking me to silence, it was my mother.

Children and mothers never truly part--Bound in the beating of each other's hearts.

I took a straight picture that made me look like a thirty-year-old Italian who'd kill anybody who said something against his mother.

My mother had a slender, small body, but a large heart-a heart so large that everybody's joys found welcome in it, and hospitable accommodation.

The only day in your life.... Your mother smiled when you cried.

I was scared when I lost my mother, my father, my brother, my sister.