Quotes About Emotion

There were many causes of his unhappiness, but at heart I believe now, as I believed then, that it was essentially the result of growing up in a household, and a world, where emotional expression of any kind was at best frowned on and at worst strangled.

It seems impossible that any man could adequately describe his mother. I cannot describe mine.

Intensity is both the communicator's best friend and worst enemy. To really hold an audience, they must sense that what you are saying is important, at least to you.

With love that knew no fear, the Singer caught his torment, wrapped it all in song and gave it back to him as peace.

You had me at hello.

Great music is its own movie, already. And the challenge, as a music fan, is to keep the song as powerful as it wants to be, to not tamper with it and to somehow give it a home.

I believe that when you're in love you have to pour your heart and soul out to your partner... or why bother? So in that sense I'm an incurable romantic when it comes to men.

How much easier my life would be if I did not love you! I thought. How much less painful, but how much plainer. How much less color there would be in the world.

The mind is a wonder and can accomplish many things. But it cannot accomplish the impossible. That is a thing only the heart can do.

How do you recognize the face of love? Can love happen in an instant, or can it only grow slowly, bolstered by the course of time? Is it possible that love might be both? A thing that takes forever to reach its true conclusion, made possible by what occurs in no more than the blink of an eye?

A sound that was both less and more than it had ever been before.

Not all love is joyful, particularly if it seems hopeless.

But the scent of my father's hate could not be washed entirely away. It clung to my skin, a faint rotten spell.

But my heart rebelled.

And, much more than hate, it is pity which is the opposite, the doom, of love. For to love or hate truly, you need to be equals, or at least close in strength. But pity is a thing which flows from the strong to the weak.

Grief and sorrow are one and the same. But until you feel regret for what is now forever out of reach, you do not truly mourn.

Never regret love.

The sheer surprise, unbridled wonder,and exquisite joy of unexpected love. Love at first sight.

Though he did not gather me in with his arms, he did so with a look in his eyes.

I simply did what my heart demanded.

I felt something cold skitter down the back of my legs.

This is the third most powerful kind of wish there is: the one you make unbidden, not to your heart, but from it. Only knowing what it is you wish for as you hear your own voice, proclaiming it aloud.

The fear in his eyes and in his voice telling anyone with eyes and ears of their own all they needed to know about what was in his heart.

For he rewove the very fabric of my heart.