Quotes About Emotion

I sat there thinking about how all real music has to be born in the human spirit. Well, these ballads surely had been. There was something childlike and basic about them, an absence of sham or pretense.

Mattie felt drained, as though someone had stood her on her head and poured her entire heart and soul right out of her body.

When our fingers touch a crackle of electricity passes between us.

We were all that mattered back then, or have you forgotten? Do you not remember that night? How we stood beside the river and followed the Shawnee way? Do you remember what I whispered to you? She shook her head, refusing to look at him. She tried to wrest her wrist free, but he held fast. You are lying, he accused quietly. You can't forget. How do you know? she threw back at him. Alex smiled. Because I can't, he admitted sadly.

Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris? nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.

I hate and love. And why, perhaps you'll ask. I don't know: but I feel, and I'm tormented.

Godlike the man who sits at her side, who watches and catches that laughter which (softly) tears me to tatters: nothing is left of me, each time I see her...

Odi et amo; quare fortasse requiris, nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior. (my translation: I hate and I love, you ask why I do this, I do not know, but I feel and I am tormented)

Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus, rumoresque senum severiorum omnes unius aestimemus assis! soles occidere et redire possunt; nobis cum semel occidit brevis lux, nox est perpetua una dormienda. da mi basia mille, deinde centum, dein mille altera, dein secunda centum, deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum; dein, cum milia multa fecerimus, conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus, aut ne quis malus invidere possit cum tantum sciat esse basiorum.

What a woman tells her lover in desire should be written out on air & running water.

I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I'm torn in two.

I hate & love. And if you should ask how I do both, I couldn't say; but I feel it , and it shivers me.

Mulier cupido quod dicit amanti, in vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua ((What woman says to fond lover should be written on air or the swift water)

Home isn't a place, its a feeling

That was all part of giving someone a piece of your heart; they ended up taking a whole chunk of your mind and reserving it all for themselves.

I loved him, you know, but I have a theory about love. I think that, however good it is, some love isn't meant to be for ever.

It's not easy remembering the good times.

I missed her, the idea of her.

you are loved because I love you.

Love frees a soul and in the same breath can sometimes suffocate it.

are you saying that the feeling of searching for a missing sock is like searching for love ?

Love can change us beyond recognition, we become love-sick, soft-eyed jelly-bellied fools.

Maybe love is thinking that every time your partner does or says something mundane that you want to start a Mexican wave from here to Uzbekistan in utter delight.