Quotes About Emotion

Because I've realized that no matter where you are or what you're doing, or who you're with, I will always honestly, truly, completely love you.

While you were trying to make Maria fall in love with me, and make me fall in love with life, I fell in love with you.

Hate is a very strong word, Emelda. You don't hate—you dislike.

Distance is all I can give someone I can't truly fathom.

When something happens, it triggers something inside us that connects us to a situation, connects us to other people, lighting us up and linking us like little lights on a Christmas tree, twisted and turned but still connected on a wire. Some go out, others flicker, others burn strong and bright, yet we're all on the same line.

She was feeling far from inspired and her self-belief was at an all-time low.

Your happiness makes me jealous and unhappy. I am a bitter and twisted human being.

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I'm trying to make some sense out of the phrase Everything happens for a reason, and I think I've figured out what the reason is - to pissed me off.

When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground, it makes a crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table breaks, or a picture fall of the wall, it makes noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it's completely silent... and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain.

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

It's physics. Pure physics, I'm falling fast and faster still. So fall with me. Fall down with me. And stay.

Vanessa insisted that film was exactly like poetry. Nothing necessarily had to happen; you just had to feel something.

For nobody else, gave me a thrill—with all your faults, I love you still. It had to be you, wonderful you, it had to be you. —As sung by Frank Sinatra

Abrace-se até que eu chegue lá, depois o abraço será meu. Vamos agitar como peixe numa pedra. Vamos, agite e nade! Me fisgue. Melhor ainda, eu fisgarei você.

Love can touch us one time And last for a life time And never let go till We're gone.

This afternoon it rains as never before; and I don't feel like staying alive, heart. This afternoon is pleasant. Why shouldn't it be? It is wearing grace and pain; it is dressed like a woman.

One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love—any love—reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.

Every word she says makes me feel a little more like faking a stroke and pretending to lose all memory of who I was.

Millions of people can draw. Art is whether there is a scream in you wanting to get out in a special way.

Disorder and frequent sorrow the mulch for creativity.

If there were not anxiety behind those apples, Cézanne would not interest me any more than Bouguereau.

Gershon had never seen him so transformed, so possessed of open radiance, so easily moved by all around him, so hungry, so eager. The city was a woman, and he embraced it with all the tender and gentle adoration one brings to a first love.

I...thought the street was crying and wondered how I could paint the street crying. I thought I had said something like that to myself before, but I could not remember when or where it might have been. The street is crying, I thought, and I'm sitting here. It's my street and I can't draw it. I want to paint it, I have to paint it while it's crying, and why am I sitting here?