Quotes About Emotion

He had found himself ridiculously impressed by this young woman. She would blow in like a little whirlwind, eager to hear him say wise things; and he wanted to have wise things to say—he wanted to be worthy of her admiration. More than that. He wanted her to be in love with him. Idiotic, but true.

Not only is love blind, it's a little hard of hearing.

I reach into you to reach all mankind, And the deeper into you I reach The deeper glows elsewhere the world And sings of you. It says, To love is the one common miracle.

She loved him so much, though she could hardly say what he really was. Maybe he was, in the end, only the way to the truth. And this, as he himself had told her, she would never forget.

Albert shrugged, but Joseph could sense a world of things his uncle wasn't saying.

Fiery love for Jesus pushes our thoughts out of hiding and puts them into anointed words of adoration.

the tears of the innocent are heavier than the guilty, but in the end they are still just tears

Everything you do is triggered by an emotion of either desire or fear.

how far was a feeling genuine if it did not find expression in an external act?

I can feel the fear coming out of me like sweat.

Anger is stupid, and stupidity will kill you more surely than your opponent's blade.

Love the giver more than the gift.

This song is sweet. It is sweet. The heart dies of this sweetness.

Death was like love, a romantic escape.

Do you have to have a reason for loving?

Our love is strong. Why carry on without me?

i'm a fool in so many ways.

I just always have to cry out a breakup, and then I can make peace with it pretty quickly.

I didn't really work with Vin on it except we talked about it a little bit. I think it was kind of cool because we didn't think it was going to be that emotional. I don't think Vin knew I was going to be that emotional.

Oh no," I said, because if our life is just one endless song about hope and regret, then "oh no" is apparently that song's chorus, the words we always return to.

Can a story be good only if it produces an effect? If the effect is a bad one, but intended, has the story done its job? Is it then a good story? If the story produces an effect other than the intended one, is it then a bad story? Can a story be said to produce an effect at all? Can a story actually do anything at all?

I could hear the exasperation in her voice, so beautiful and familiar, but sad, too, like hearing church bells right before your funeral.

And I also know that this is why love allows us to be so cruel to the beloved: so that the beloved doesn't make the mistake of loving us again or loving us for the first time.

Love, love: it was never as pure as you needed it to be. That was the good thing about hate. If you hated someone, really hated him, then you could wish him dead and never once worry that you would change your mind about it.