Quotes About Emotion

Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold.

Buy when the cannons are firing, and sell when the trumpets are blowing

I can hate you more, but I'll never love you less.

When a man's making love, the last thing he thinks about is war.

Nonviolence is absolute commitment to the way of love. Love is not emotional bash; it is not empty sentimentalism. It is the active outpouring of one's whole being into the being of another.

War is sweet for those who haven't experienced it.

It is not an easy thing to be a woman and love with the whole heart: which men do not understand -- having many loves, and delighting in danger and war.

I'm a war of head versus heart, it's always this way. My head is weak, my heart always speaks, before I know what it will say.

Playing music in the wake of the Blink thing was like finding love in the middle of a war zone.

My songs are my kids. Some of them stay with me, some others I have to send out, out to the war. It might sound stupid and it might even sound naive, but that's just the way it is.

War is sweet to those who have not experienced it.

It is not merely cruelty that leads men to love war, it is excitement.

Poets find truth by writing about what they love.

I locked the door and turned on the water to fill the tub. I made it so hot that I had to get in real slow. I wanted it to hurt; wanted my outside to feel as bad as my inside. I sat there a long time watching my skin turn redder and redder... Finally my insides was as fiery as my skin. I liked the burn and hoped it took everything I'd been wishing for and turned it to ashes.

I knew how she felt, all jittered up inside and no place to put the aggravation.

Memory, like love, is an act of imagination, an abandonment and a possession.

I think we love who we love and there's not a damn thing that can be done about it.

Ah, Milk Duds. The official candy of pissed-off fat women everywhere.

He realized that the woman at his side - the one with the sweaty red face and the sweet smile - had pried open his heart, one day at a time.

No voy a enamorarme de ti, cariño. Me importas pero no te amo.

No voy a enamorarme de ti, cariño. No ocurrirá. Me importas pero no te amo

I love you, Daisy. I love you so much I hurt.

You foolish man. Of course there's love. Don't you know? I love you.

You lit into me last night. You said what I did was stupid. - That's what my head said. But my heart... My stupid heart... Her voice broke. It was singing.