Quotes About Emotion

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion…

The heart can see things invisible to the eye.

The strongest bonds are of the heart.

We claim we are not emotional, yet we are so sensitive that a vicious word from a cruel woman can leave the most manly of us impotent! A cutting statement can undermine the strength, vigor, and vitality of even the strongest of men. Most women greatly underestimate the power of their words to magnify or crush their husbands' strength.

No matter how strong we are, there is always something that can cause the heart to flutter and the pulse to weaken.

As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.

A teenage girl creaming while she listens to some boy-band, a monk digging on the God he hears in Gregorian chants, or John fucking Coltrane himself climbing up into the sky on a staircase made of sixteenth notes, it's all the same. If it takes you there, it's good.

You can't really say what is beautiful about a place, but the image of the place will remain vividly with you.

Histeria to moje paliwo, to moje zag??bie energetyczne.

Ma?o kto ci? kocha?, wielu ci? nienawidzi?o. Kochano ci? byle jak, nienawidzono z ca?ej si?y.

There was no doubt that her brother was her mother's child, but time and again Hayako had the impression that she too shared her mother's blood. Not the thick, rich blood that flows peacefully through the veins, but the blood they sucked and licked from the scratches inflicted on each other when they fought tooth and nail — so passionate was their attachment.

I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things

Anger is a condition in which the tongue works faster than the mind.

Beauty is first and foremost an emotion.

Words, I think, are such unpredictable creatures. No gun, no sword, no army or king will ever be more powerful than a sentence. Swords may cut and kill, but words will stab and stay, burying themselves in our bones to become corpses we carry into the future, all the time digging and failing to rip their skeletons from our flesh.

Hate looks like everybody else until it smiles

His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him. In seventeen years no one has said my name like that

Love is a heartless bastard

She stretched her arms towards me without moving from the spot, as if there were a fence preventing her from getting any closer. I rushed over and embraced her and she clung to me as if she were drowning.

Good evening" Said Mutsuko. Her voice that of a young girl. "Good evening" I responded. She was beautiful. Tears welled up in my eyes, unable to even ask her to come in, and with my eyes still on her, I began to sob. Mutsuko watched me in silence.

The discipline of war was a near neighbor to the abandon of love.

All a good letter has to do is make you feel special.

You're always with me. But that must also be some version of you that i made up inside my head

I want to live with you someday. I don't need a reply. That's just how i feel. It's just now, i finally have a freedom to feel that way.