Quotes About Emotion

My mind's sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn't like you if you were the best of women,--or stop loving you, no matter what you do.

Id Faciam What I hate I love. Ask the crucified hand that holds the nail that now is driven into itself, why.

I hate and I love. Wherefore do I so, peradventure thou askest. I know not, but I feel it to be thus and I suffer.

?d? et am?. Qu?r? id faciam fortasse requ?ris. Nesci?, sed fier? senti? et excrucior.

Da mi basia mille. (Give me a thousand kisses)

I hate & love. And if you should ask how I can do both, I couldn't say; but I feel it, and it shivers me.

I hate and love. why i do so, perhaps you ask. i know not but I feel it, and i am in torment.

L'animo riposato aver solìa, ed era nuovo che fosse dolore: e or me n'ha così fornito Amore!

Memories were fine but you couldn't touch them, smell them or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time.

He asked Clancy to stay, and as he crossed the street,

the horse looks, but how beautiful it feels to him.

And yet some memories cannot be rooted out like weeds, no matter how much one wills to do it.

The trouble with weeping was that once begun, it became almost impossible to stop.

Randoll burst through the blanket-door when he heard his lusty son, and his big miner's hand fluttered like a moth from the damp head of the babe to his wife's flushed cheek and back again, as if he didn't know which of them he most wanted to touch.

Fear took each of us differently.

Anger burned in him as he went to unload the painter's supplies from his wagon. He had let himself like this man, but he was no different from the rest.

Why was she in such a rush to tell him that?

But I refuse to say. Because I love him, and you'd give anything, wouldn't you? You'd give anything for someone you love not to die alone and in scalding agony?

Margaret, are you grievingOver Goldengrove unleaving?

Die twaalf gulden zijn de reden dat ik deze brief schrijf want daarginder wens ik u, zo dol als ik op u ben, allemaal, ongezien, de kanker.

Remember the first time you went to a show and saw your favorite band. You wore their shirt, and sang every word. You didn't know anything about scene politics, haircuts, or what was cool. All you knew was that this music made you feel different from anyone you shared a locker with. Someone finally understood you. This is what music is about.

The inextinguishable lesbian spark. You've surely heard about it? The one that was first ignited at Lesbos, because Sappho was so sad every time a young woman left the academy that she wrote her a poem. Fancy being sad because someone leaves! Perverted, that's what I call it. Don't you?

If we knew everything about the future with certainty, our lives would be drained of emotion. No surprise and pleasure, no joy or thrill—we knew it all along. The first kiss, the first proposal, the birth of a healthy child would be about as exciting as last year's weather report. If our world ever turned certain, life would be mind-numbingly dull. The

Rational argument does not always win over old-brain fear, particularly if one spouse tries to educate the other. Yet there is a simple rule of thumb that could have helped that professor: If reason conflicts with a strong emotion, don't try to argue. Enlist a conflicting and stronger emotion. One