Quotes About Emotion

Go Moan for Man

Dear Sirs: Do you mind if I let my heart out, splattering all its delicate essences over these following pages?

Pain or love or danger makes you real again, ain't that right

Fury spat out of his eyes when he told of things he hated; great glows of joy replaced this when he suddenly got happy; every muscle twitched to live and go.

I told her it (sex) was beautiful. I wanted to prove it to her. She let me prove it, but I was too impatient and proved nothing. She sighed in the dark.

Ordinarily the death of a cat means little to most men, a lot to fewer men, but to me, and that cat, it was exactly and no lie and sincerely like the death of my little brother - I loved Tyke with all my heart

Nos volvimos tras una docena de pasos, porque el amor es triste, y nos miramos por última vez.

And in fact I can see in Cody's eyes that he can see in my own eyes the regret we both feel that recently we havent had chances to talk whatever

somebody's eye—a wife, a girl, a friend, an animal —a blood let drop— he for his sea, he for his fire, thee for thy desire

Shearing began to play his chords; they rolled out of the piano in great rich showers, you'd think the man wouldn't have time to line them up. They rolled and rolled like the sea.

I think my sudden love for this girl is a truer expression of myself than anything.

I'm glad I know you Dave -- Me too Jack -- Why? Maybe I wanted to stand on my head in the snow to prove it but I do, am glad, will be glad, after all that's right there's nothing else for us to do but solve these damn problems and I've got one right here in my pants for Romana But that's so sick and tired to call life a problem that can be solved -- Yes but I'm just repeating what I read in the dead pigeon textbooks -- But Dave I love you -- Okay I'll be right over.

Sentí una punzada en el corazón, como me pasaba cada vez que veía que una chica que me gustaba y yo nos dirigíamos a puntos opuestos de este mundo demasiado grande.

His excitement blew out of his eyes in stabs of fiendish light. He rolled his neck in spastic ecstasy. He lisped, he writhed, he flopped, he moaned, he howled, he fell back in despair. He could hardly get a word out, he was so excited with life.

Mad raging sunsets poured in seafoams of cloud through unimaginable crags, with every rose tint of hope beyond, I felt just like it, brilliant and bleak beyond words.

Love her Love her        Sings the sea      Bluely    Moaning

It's not the words that count, but the rush of what is said.

No; I did not hate him. The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings. I can say only that I knew the gnawing of a desire for vengeance on him that was a pain in itself and that exceeded all the bounds of language.

No man can be intellectually insulted. Insult, in its very nature, is emotional.

John Thornton stood over Buck, struggling to control himself, too convulsed with rage to speak. If you strike that dog again, I'll kill you, he at last managed to say in a choking voice.

He did not playfully shake him, as was his wont, or murmur soft love curses; but he whispered in his ear.'As you love me, Buck. As you love me,' was what he whispered. --Call of the Wild

For the last time in his life he allowed passion to usurp cunning and reason

and from that moment Buck hated him with a bitter and deathless hatred.

Love, genuine passionate love, was his for the first time. This he had never experienced at Judge Miller's down in the sun-kissed Santa Clara Valley. With the Judge's sons, hunting and tramping, it had been a working partnership; with the Judge's grandsons, a sort of pompous guardianship; and with the Judge himself, a stately and dignified friendship. But love that was feverish and burning, that was adoration, that was madness, it had taken John Thornton to arouse.