Quotes About Emotion

When she looked at him with those dark eyes, Nassar felt the urge to say something intelligent and deeply impressive. Unfortunately, nothing of the kind came to mind.

Johns Hopkins, which was a trip I was doing my best to forget. We almost died, and while we were away, a local family we knew was murdered. Julie and Derek had handled it, but thinking about it still turned my stomach. The

A wise man once said, "A human mind is the place where emotion and reason are locked in perpetual combat. Sadly for our species, emotion always wins.

Laughter is an affect resulting from the sudden transformation of a heightened expectation into nothing.

Happiness is not an ideal of reason, but of imagination.

Se não ama, faça como se amasse.

Gustavo Solivellas dice: La felicidad no brota de la razón sino de la imaginación (Immanuel Kant)

Beneath the instinct to fight there lurks a diviner instinct to love.

I did not know then that words and music are more deadly than any spear.

Photography is a strange phenomenon ... You trust your eye and cannot help but bare your soul.

Happiness is the change that comes over me when I describe the world It comes over the world Happiness is the change that comes over me when I'm afraid It comes over the world For instance I can be afraid of and for the world afraid because the world consists among other things of me so swiftly dying

Mothers and women in love: both ferocious females.

Anything was better than music, for music alone can abolish differences of language or culture between two people and evoke something indestructible within them.

your eyes quench my thirst.

A un certo grado di tragico orrore, lo spirito umano, saturo, reagisce con l'indifferenza e l'egoismo

La strana felicità che provavano…quella fretta di far conoscere il proprio cuore l'uno all'altra…una fretta da amanti che è già un dono, il primo, il dono dell'anima prima di quello del corpo. "Conoscimi, guardami. Io sono così. Ecco come ho vissuto, ecco cosa ho amato. E tu? E tu, amore mio?

At noon, in the noisy dining room where Arlette Corail was finishing lunch, some travellers brought news of the armistice. The women burst into tears. It seemed that the situation was rather confused. In certain places the army was still resisting and civilians had joined them. However, everyone agreed that the army had failed and there was nothing more to be done; they had no choice but to give up. The room was filled with chatter. It was stiflingly hot.

It wasn't exactly what you'd call fear, rather a strange sadness – a sadness that had nothing human about it any more, for it lacked both courage and hope. This was how animals waited to die. It was the way fish caught in a net watch the shadow of the fisherman moving back and forth above them.

He wore the expression found on people who have died in an accident, in a matter of seconds, without having had time to be afraid or suffer.

Non era il piacere che gli aveva procurato a legarlo così intensamente a lei. Era qualcos'altro, che nasceva in una zona più sottile della carne, più calda dell'anima.

The garlic bread!' Rosemary cried.

Some people feel more deeply than others. And I don't consider that a liability. In fact, those people tend to be even stronger. They have to be in order to survive.

Nostalgic longing is always for an elsewhere. Remembrance is the affirmation of what brought us here.

I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.