Quotes About Emotion

My mother is the war,' declares Roger Mexico, leaning over to open the door.

I believe love is like war: we only know how it starts, and nobody knows how it will end.

She turned her painted blue eyes toward the assistant and said something in French before she left.

Our hearts, the war.Her body, the battlefield.

The music at a wedding procession always reminds me of the music of soldiers going into battle.

Victory is always bittersweet.

Be safe, she whispered. Then she closed her eyes and said in a low, broken monotone, "I love you.KailaniSiobhan Fallon

* Pindar, a Thebian Greek wrote (circa 350 B.C.E.) War is sweet to those who have no experience of it. But the experienced man trembles exceedingly in his heart at its approach.

Some days I feel like I will die for them. Some days, with them.

He wanted to heat up the truth, to make it burn so hot that you would feel exactly what he felt.

That's my secret and my shame. I'm Nona Grey, war is in my veins, and the screams of my enemies are music to me.

Do not avert your eyes.It is important that you see this.It is important that you feelthis.

There are 2 kinds of fighters: those who fight because they hate, and those who fight because they love.

"He smiled at me and I felt the tenderness only a daughter could feel.

Whenever you become aware of a conflict in the world, realize that you only perceive it as a conflict because it resonates with something that's already inside of you.

'Pears like my heart go flutter, flutter, and then they may say, 'Peace, Peace, ' as much as they likes - I know it's goin' to be war!

I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

We never live so intensely as when we love strongly. We never realize ourselves so vividly as when we are in full glow of love for others.

Was it love at first sight? It wasn't then - but it sure is now.

A wedding is like a funeral, but with musicians.

Victoria heard across the wedding reception dance floor "You're loveable"!

A wedding is a funeral which masquerades as a feast. And the greater the pageantry, the deeper the savagery.

All I remember about my wedding day in 1967 is that the Cubs lost a double-header.

My wife and I went back to the hotel where we spent our wedding night. Only this time, I stayed in the bathroom and cried.