Quotes About Emotion

RE: Lake George from a book by Lord. That's all I know. "There is something so perfect about the mountains and the lake and the trees.... sometimes I want to tear it all to pieces

It had a tremendously wide head with golden eyes and a sulky, pouting mouth.

How I envy you your ability to be inarticulate in the face of Fate.

Although Love is always what we want, we are often afraid of Love without consciously knowing it, and so we may act both blind and deaf to Love's presence.

Yes, they were part of him. He hoped he was a little part of them--if only a memory, a fraction of their consciousness. How the Sweeney's of the world needed them. He blinked fiercely, stemming his tears. I am not much of a man, but at least I have known them.

There are other ways of knowing than just through reason.

No, you idiot. I love you. Shall I kiss you again to prove it?" Gaheris nodded, and for the next few minutes there was no more talking.

I have been to several wars to draw. I went to Vietnam. And made drawings in Vietnam during that period of the war there, and found that to be a very very sad situation.

Is a joke truly funny when we laugh at it, or is it merely some aberration of our frontal lobe?

Who is the brave man--he who feels no fear? If so, then bravery is but a polite term for a mind devoid of rationality and imagination.

The brave man, the real hero, quakes with terror, sweats, feels his very bowels betray him, and in spite of this moves forward to do the act he dreads.

Josip had only an instant to exchange a glance with Serif. He made it the most eloquent glance of his life.

All the times, all the very many times, I had been forced to thwart and stifle my own nature seemed to gather together then, in that hot and dismal corridor. I heard a rushing sound in my head and felt a pressure in my breast, like floodwaters rising behind a flimsy dike. Before I knew I did it, the soup bowl was rising in my hand as if elevated by some supernatural force. Then, its yellow-gray contents were running down the nurse's pudgy face.

There is nothing harder than the softness of indifference.

Whoever blushes is already guilty; true innocence is ashamed of nothing.

Trust your gut.

The truth of a thing is the feel of it, not the think of it.

Impulse without reason is not enough, and reason without impulse is a poor makeshift.

A trembling in the bones may carry a more convincing testimony than the dry, documented deductions of the brain.

Reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.

When a man begins to reason, he ceases to feel.

The brain is not, and cannot be, the sole or complete organ of thought and feeling.

I follow my heart, for I can trust it.

It is the heart always that sees, before the head can see.