Quotes About Emotion

I prefer Tender Is the Night, though', and as I spoke, I got a raw jolt in my chest that could only br described as tender, as an image of Fiona, on the Bosphorus ferry, under a lambent soak of light, sweeping her hair out of her face, flickered in my brain. Even wasted she looked so poised and dignified. I loved her I loved her I loved her I wanted to melt into her bones. Her absence now felt like I'd been eaten from the inside.

She could find no emotional connection though, between the her of now and the her of then

Fuck that: take shagging n peeve oot ay the equation n yir left wi the sqare root ay swee fuck all!

He told her: - I'm gaunnae fuck you like you've never been fucked in your life. He was right. She'd never been fucked that badly, either before or since.

Crying with a raw power and unselfconscious abandon as the tensions ebbed from her body

No fuckin way: cunt dies when ah fuckin well say eh dies. (Jim Frances Begbie as he is trying to resuscitate a friend who's having a stroke.)

You're not sick you're just in love.

You can't write a song out of thin air you have to feel and know what you are writing about.

Vincent did not know how to express his feelings in words. He knew how to paint them. However, one cannot paint the farewell.

A man who has not suffered has nothing to tell with his paintings.

But emotion had come upon him after all. Not for fifty billion people. What in Time did he care for fifty billion people? There was just one. One person.

It lacks glamour? - It lacks mob emotion-appeal. - Same thing.

What lasts in the reader's mind is not the phrase but the effect the phrase created: laughter, tears, pain, joy. If the phrase is not affecting the reader, what's it doing there? Make it do its job or cut it without mercy or remorse.

Bliss approached him slowly, placed her hand on his shoulder. "Pel, I—I think well of you." Pelorat looked away. "It's all right, Bliss. You needn't be kind." "I'm not being kind, Pel. I think—very well of you.

Absolute terror seemed paradoxically to have lent a lucidity to her thoughts and words that was entirely out of character.

My fury does not blind me.

Didn't you ever have a robot go wrong on you? It's your anniversary, you know." And so help me she blushed. She said, "Robots have gone wrong on me. Heavens, how long it's been since I thought of it. Why, it was almost forty years ago. Certainly! 2021! And I was only thirty-eight. Oh, my—I'd rather not talk about it.

público. No trató de razonar con ellos. Puede ser que cuanto mayor sea el grupo de gente, más fácilmente se les convence por la emoción que por la razón. Como las emociones son pocas y las razones muchas, el comportamiento de una masa de gente es más fácil de predecir que el comportamiento de una sola persona.

Though only a robot, he had known the continuity and stability of family life; he had known warmth; he had known love.

Control of self and society has been left to chance or to the vague gropings of intuitive ethical systems based on inspiration and emotion.

But it was Paradise in one way," said Steiner at last. "How?" "All the time we were there the woman did not speak.

I thought you could feel love for me. I don't say you loved me, but it seemed to me you could. I never had that and, although in ancient literature they talked of it, I didn't know what they meant any more than when men in those same books talked about 'honor' and killed each other for its sake.

His eyes reflected a softness I had already forgotten in America.

I've already told you that I don't consider love a sport.