Quotes About Emotion

There is a common emotion we all recognize and have not yet named—the happy anticipation of being able to feel contempt.

He was numb except for dreading the loss of numbness.

I'll confess it is pleasant to look at you asleep. You're quite beautiful, Clarice.

Intense fear comes in waves; the body can't stand it for long at a time.

He looked up and saw her and his breath stopped in his throat. His hands stopped too, still spread above the keyboard. Harpsichord notes do not carry, and in the sudden quiet of the drawing room they both heard him take his next breath.

He held it at arm's length, through the bars, his forefinger along the spine. She reached across the barrier and took it. For an instant the tip of her forefinger touched Dr. Lecter's. The touch crackled in his eyes. Thank you, Clarice. Thank you, Dr. Lecter. And that is how he remained in Starling's mind. Caught in the instant when he did not mock. Standing in his white cell, arched like a dancer, his hands clasped in front of him and his head slightly to the side.

Pachelbel's Canon filled the sun-drowned room where they learned each other and even then the fear flickered across him like an osprey's shadow: This is too good to live for long.

No. You know—having to look. It's always bad, but you get so you can function anyway, as long as they're dead. The hospital, interviews, that's worse. You have to shake it off and keep on thinking. I don't believe I could do it now. I could make myself look, but I'd shut down the thinking.

He came back to the car, long legs lifting high in the snow, and there was snow in his hair and on his eyelashes and I remembered that I love him. It felt like something breaking with a little pain and spilling warm.

He snapped some icicles off a branch to make me a martini. He came back to the car, long legs lifting high in the snow, and there was snow in his hair and on his eyelashes and I remembered that I love him. It felt like something breaking with a little pain and spilling warm. I hope the parka

Funerals often make us want sex—it's one in the eye for death.

Fear comes with imagination, it's a penalty, it's the price of imagination." Crawford

There's a moth, more than one in fact, that lives only on tears," he offered. "That's all they eat or drink." "What kind of tears? Whose tears?" "The tears of large land mammals, about our size.

could detect no change in the boy's expression.

Oh, Reba, I can't stand to watch you burn.

Aunque pudiera verte cada día, siempre recordaría este momento.

Life itself is but Motion, and can never be without Desire, nor without Feare, no more than without Sense.

Atque metum tantum concepit tunc mea mater. Ut pareret geminos, meque metumque simul.

Of all machines, the human heart is the most complicated and inexplicable.

I believe we can discern the difference of a wise man momentarily giving way to intemperate emotion," said my father, "and a fool reveling in malice." My

Thought that can merge wholly into feeling, feeling that can merge wholly into thought - these are the artist's highest joy.

If poets use such expressions it is because they need them, because emotion and experience force them out of them, and so it is, surely, with me, though you think them unbecoming in me. You are wrong. They are becoming to whoever needs them, and he has no fear of them, because they are forced out of him.

a secret and ardent stirring within the frozen chastity of the universal.

Samo ?ovjek koji se baš nimalo ne razumije u ljubavne stvari mogao bi pomisliti da su takve dvojbe nauštrb ljubavi. Dapa?e, one su joj pravi za?in. Tek one daju ljubavi žalac strasti tako da bi se strast mogla jednostavno definirati kao ljubav koja sumnja.