Quotes About Emotion

The struggle to write with profundity of emotion and at the same time to live like a millionaire so exhausted F. Scott Fitzgerald that he was at last brought down to the point where he could no longer be both a good writer and a decent person.

I'm so grateful that anyone has connected with my songs, let alone millions of people.

Mime is in our daily life and with little effort, we can all perfect the art form.

I always loved to dance and move. I probably should have been a mime or something like that.

All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood.

Music used to change people's minds - and it still changes mine.

I try to keep the theatrics to a minimum and let the music do the talking.

I was in Minnesota and Illinois when I wrote 'How to Leave Hialeah.' When I come to Miami, I'm happy. I don't need to write in Miami.

People don't know major and minor chords; they know what they like. I feel the same way.

I guess I like minor chords better than major ones, in general.

I keep a lot of things inside. I don't like showing too much emotion. Early in the minor leagues, they wanted me to show more emotion, but it wasn't me.

The minute I stop singing orally, I start to sing by playing Lucille.

If the audience, in minute 50, is thinking about the way a movie is shot, there's a problem. I want it to permeate emotionally.

Sexuality should be accompanied by understanding and love. Without understanding and love, sex is empty.

We see so much sadness if we care to look.

Much of what we think about literature, we feel first.

L'amitié parfaite ne se raconte pas.

Poetry is thoughts that breath and words that burn.

Silence has sometimes a remarkable power of showing itself as the disembodied sould of feeling wandering without its carcase, and it is then more impressive than speech. In the same way to say a little is often to tell more than to say.

Some women's love of being loved is insatiable; and so, often, is their love of loving; and in the last case they may find that they can't give it continuously to the chamber-officer appointed by the bishop's license to receive it.

It was then that the ecstasy and the dream began, in which emotion was the matter of the universe, and matter but an adventitious intrusion likely to hinder you from spinning where you wanted to spin.

She heard footsteps brushing the grass, and had a consciousnesss that love was encircling her like a perfume.

Love, though added emotion, is substracted capacity

A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.