Quotes About Emotion

But even though I like having sex with you, I think you're kind of a huge asshole, and I don't want to have to talk to you again.

I hate you, Asher Adams," she cried desperately, wanting it to be true, knowing it to be an out-and-out lie. "I love the way you hate me," he whispered in a sexy voice.

Tell him that I loved the little boy in him, and that I loved the man in him. Tell him I loved his sad side, and his laughing side.

At the same time, she couldn't help but feel sad about his admission of a studied shallowness, a penchant for the one-dimensional. It made her long all the more for her midnight man. Eddie

It's hard when something you love turns into something you hate.

I'm sorry," Rose repeated as she kicked the fridge door closed with a bare foot and carried a carton of orange juice to the counter. She was dressed in folded up jeans, boots, and a black tank top. Her eyes were puffy; she hadn't been awake long either.

Just knowing that through my music I actually inspire people is amazing for me and I find it very heartwarming.

Deep feeling doesn't make for good poetry. A way with language would be a bit of help.

Deep feeling doesn't make for good poetry. A way with language would be a bit of help.

My songs are my kids. Some of them stay with me, some others I have to send out, out to the war. It might sound stupid and it might even sound naive, but that's just the way it is.

Sex is more than an act of pleasure, it's the ability to be able to feel so close to a person, so connected, so comfortable that it's almost breathtaking to the point you feel you can't take it. And at this moment you're a part of them.

When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry

The reason you create music or art or write is in order to put things in a way you can possibly deal with them, and death is one of those areas... If you're accused of being morbid or bleak then you're onto a good thing, I'd say. Our culture is the most fucking desperate culture, desperately trying to avoid anything vaguely depressing.

Love flies, runs, and rejoices. It is free and nothing can hold it back.

I would rather feel contrition than know how to define it.

Anger and the like are attributed to God on account of a similitude of effect. Thus, because to punish is properly the act of an angry man, God's punishment is metaphorically spoken of as His anger.

It would seem that zeal is not an effect of love. For zeal is a beginning of contention.

Fear is such a powerful emotion for humans that when we allow it to take us over, it drives compassion right out of our hearts.

Love takes up where knowledge leaves off.

Perhaps no person can be a poet, or even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind.

But when the face of Sextus Was seen among the foes, A yell that rent the firmament From all the town arose. On the house-tops was no woman But spat towards him and hissed, No child but screamed out curses, And shook its little fist.

Here is woe, a self and not the mask of woe.

A glance, a word -- and joy or pain befalls.... How slight the links are in the chain that binds us to our destiny!

O harp of life, so speedily unstrung!