Quotes About Emotion

Hur kan jag säga om din röst är vacker. Jag vet ju bara, att den genomtränger mig och kommer mig att darra som ett löv och trasar sönder mig och spränger mig.

Längtan är en lek. När den växer till allvar, kallas den ångest.

Nothing ever truly faded. Time only dulled the edges.

Are you going to kiss me or not?" He released the jacket. "Not," he rasped. "Then I'll kiss you." Cupping his nape, she drew his head down, but Nate laid his fingertips over her mouth. "Some things you can't take back." Claire lifted his hand. "Some things you don't want to.

Hate must make a man productive. Otherwise one might as well love.

Feminine passion is to masculine as an epic is to an epigram

A woman occasionally is quite a serviceable substitute for masturbation.

Hate must make a person productive; otherwise one might as well love.

We live in a dark and romantic and quite tragic world.

Music gives color to the air of the moment.

Forgiveness is too easy. I can forget by indifference, but not forgive. I prefer revenge.

Go on, get out! Last words are for fools who haven't said enough!

A dog has got human eyes.

When the poet or the performer composes or recites he is deeply moved, and indeed possessed (not only by the god but also) by the message; for example, by the scenes he describes. And the work, rather than merely his emotional state, induces similar emotions in his audience.

He was one of those people who in all of their feelings and actions seem to be walking along a steep, downhill slope. They lack the strength to stop for a minute, and with each step, they get more and more carried away. Like all of them, Dmitry took this insufficiency of strength for fervency of character and insuperable storminess of passion.

I don't care that I'm taking a chance. I don't care that I may get my heart broken. If I don't at least give this a chance, I'll never be able to live with myself. I love this. I love this because it's funny. I love this because it's silly. I love him, I love him, I love him! And just like that...my heart goes boom.

Just because someone came back for you is no reason to be with them. Just because someone loves you is no reason to love them back.

My grandpa calls that the boom. He says it's different from love or lust; it's deeper. it's a feeling that hits you hard when you have a real connection with someone.

My grandpa has always told us that you know you're in love when your heart goes "boom." The way he explained this "boom" is that it's not the giddy feeling you get when you first meet someone; it's deeper than that. It's more of a low, bellowing boom that resonates in your body the moment you realize you need someone, you love someone. It's more a boooom than a boom! I have yet to feel it.

Call?" He eased back a little, cradled her cheek in one of his big, tanned hands. "What is it, baby?" "I think I'm going to cry but I don't want you to think I'm a sissy." He smoothed back her hair, looped it over her ear. "I won't think you're a sissy. You were great up there. Terrific. I wouldn't want to crash my plane with anyone else.

I don't like the word infatuated. It sounds like something bad, like 'inflicted' or 'incurable,' not to speak of 'inefficient' or 'indulgent.' As if you want to love someone but it goes wrong and you get infatuated instead.

My grief for her was like a circle. I always came around to missing her again.

Secondhand pieces have the most soul.

Sometimes,' Sylvie said, 'one can mistake gratitude for love.