Quotes About Emotion

opinion. Love meant being brave, otherwise you had already lost your own argument: the man who couldn't tell a woman he loved her was, by definition, not worthy of her.

How do people cope? Do you have to go? What happens if you refuse on the grounds of it being just too fucking grim?

Love meant being brave, otherwise you had already lost your own argument: the man who couldn't tell a woman he loved her was, by definition, not worthy of her.

And I have to say, books haven't helped much with all this. Because whenever you read anything about love, whenever anyone tries to define it, there's always a state or an abstract noun, and I try to think of it like that. But actually, love is… Well, it's just you. And when you go, it's gone. Nothing abstract about it.

This is how I feel, every day, and people don't want to know that. They want to know that I'm feeling what Tom Jones makes you feel. Or that Australian girl who used to be in Neighbours. But I feel like this, and they won't play what I feel on the radio, because people that are sad don't fit in.

Passion was a part of being human.

He really liked this woman. Or, rather, he was really attracted to her, and nothing she had said so far had weakened the attraction.

He was kind, he was single, he was vulnerable, he made her laugh (not always intentionally, true, but often enough). Every time she saw him, he seemed to have become a little more handsome.

A beautiful woman combining the prospect of happiness and nakedness in the same spoken sentence could achieve the power of the greatest lyric poetry.

What came first _ the music or the misery? Did I listen to music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to music?

Kurkov loves his weltschmerz as much as the next guy--but he doesn't see why weltschmerz shouldn't come bundled up with a narrative that kicks a little bit of ass--the edge of the left cheek, say.

If I could have all of those things, I wouldn't mind if I touched her or not.

Love meant being brave, otherwise you had already lost your own argument: the man who couldn't tell a woman he loved her was, by definition, not worthy of her.

She regretted the explanation immediately, but that was because she always regretted everything

It is part of the essential Arsenal experience that they are loathed.

Próbáltam nem gondolni rá. Megtörtént, és kívántam, hogy bárcsak ne történt volna meg, de hát ilyen az élet, nem?

But sometimes, very occasionally, songs and books and films and pictures express who you are, perfectly. [...] This is me. I wanted to say when I read Tyler's rich, sad, lovely novel. I'm not a character, I'm nothing like the author, I haven't had the experiences she writes about. But even so, this is what I feel like, inside. This is what I would sound like, if I ever found my voice.

What came first--the music or the misery? Did I listen to music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to music?

Tapi, ini adalah hal paling mengerikan yang pernah ia lihat bahkan dari kejauhan sekalipun, dan ia menyadarinya pada momen ketika ia berjalan masuk, hal itu adalah sesuatu yang akan terus terngiang di benaknya, selamanya.

What came first, the music or the misery?

there are occasions when I find the tinge of self-pity in the lyric immensely comforting. (Self-pity is an ignoble emotion, but we all feel it, and the orthodox critical line that it represents some kind of artistic flaw is dubious, a form of emotional correctness.)

Well, I'd like my life to be like a Bruce Springsteen song. Just once. I know I'm not born to run, I know that the Seven Sisters Road is nothing like Thunder Road, but feelings can't be so different, can't they?

Walbourne's fluid, tasteful, beautiful solos drop the jaw, stop the heart, and smack the gob, all at the same time.

Qué fue primero: la música o la tristeza? ¿Me dio por escuchar música porque estaba triste? ¿O es que estaba triste porque escuchaba música?