Quotes About Emotion

There are those who, even if valued, remain sinister witnesses from the past. James is for me such a witness. It is not even clear whether we like each other. If I were told today that James was dead my first emotion might be pleasurable; though how much does this prove?

Of course, my dear, I cannot, how could I, altogether regret what has happened.

Singing is of course a form of aggression.

Mary held her heart, contracted into a point of agony.

Moy felt something snap inside her as if her heart had snapped. The heart-string, she thought — what is the heart-string?

The conversation in the Old Brompton Road was more like an experience of the inferno, but lovers are accustomed to fire.

But her heart was hurting her with its violence.

You said you were having fun. Well, yes and no, strictly speaking I was in hell. Perhaps I have always been there. One can have fun in hell.

Where do they come from, these tears?

And all the time the line of force which bound her to her husband stretched and vibrated so that her heart in secret haemorrhage, gushed blood.

She had not even framed the idea of happiness in connection with her marriage

His love for Janie was not accessible to memory, he knew it only on evidence.

I did not harbour intelligent doubts about whether Hartley would go on loving me, naturally I knew that she was mine forever. But as we closed our eyes upon tears of joy there was cosmic dread.

And she shivered with a dazzled joy.

There was absolutely nothing that she could do with this huge emotion which she had so suddenly discovered in herself.

For years he had been incapable of tears.

This thought was so heavy with despair that she almost began to cry again.

They had become, year by year, month by month, mysterious to her, her love for them an extended pain, a web or field of force, of which she felt at times the almost breaking tension.

His peace depends on seeing me as unattainable, as an angel. It will hurt terribly when it turns out that I am only a woman after all.

Bereavement is my occupation and it absorbs me completely. You want me to touch you, to look at you with sympathy. I cannot.

It was, as the song said, 'call to arms music,' and seemed to have little to do with Scotland and New Year. It was fighting music. Stevie didn't want to fight anyone. But it was also beautiful music.

Cunts that try and psychoanalyse the fucked-up miss the crucial point: sometimes ye jist dae it cause it's thaire n that's wey ye are.

Ah felt a paralysis ay emotion as time stretched out. A pervading numbness was setting in, like a dentist's anaesthetic, spreading through ma body.

Es más fácil querer a alguna gente a distancia.