Quotes About Emotion

There is a fallacy that the powerful emotion of youth mellows with time. Not true. One learns to control and suppress it. But it doesn't lessen. It simply hides and concentrates itself in more discreet places. When one accidentally stumbles into one of these abysses, the pain is spectacular.

You're lost in your own world, in the things that happen there, and you've locked all the doors. Sometimes I look at you sleeping. I wake up and look at you and I feel closer to you when you're like that, unguarded, than when you're awake. When you're awake you're like someone with her eyes closed, watching a movie on the inside of your eyelids. I can't reach you anymore. Once upon a time I could, but not now, and not for a long time.

Having begun to feel, people's desire to feel grew. They wanted to feel more, feel deeper, despite how it sometimes hurt. People became addicted to feeling. They struggled to uncover new emotions.

The kiss stayed there with no place to go, no sensory reserve that could absorb it and file it away as a common act of intimacy, a thousand times received. He knew what Anna was asking: whether you could love someone without habits.

It's also true that sometimes people felt things and, because there was no word for them, they went unmentioned. The oldest emotion in the world may be that of being moved; but to describe it - just to name it - must have been like trying to catch something invisible. (pg 107)

Every year, the memories I have of my father become more faint, unclear, and distant. once they were vivid and true, then they became like photographs, and now they are more like photographs of photographs. But sometimes, at rare moments, a memory of him will return to me with such suddenness and clarity that all the feeling I've pushed down for years springs out like a jack-in-the-box.

If you don't know what it feels like to have someone you love put a hand below your bottom rib for the first time, what chance is there for love?

Part of you thought: Please don't look at me. If you don't, I can still turn away. And part of you thought. Look at me.

Así pues, él hizo lo más difícil que había hecho en su vida: cogió el sombrero y se fue. Y si el hombre que una vez fue el chico que prometió no enamorarse de ninguna otra muchacha mientras viviera cumplió su promesa, no fue por terquedad, ni siquiera por lealtad. No pudo evitarlo.

The third movement is one of the most moving passages ever written, and I've never listened to it without feeling as if I alone have been lifted up on the shoulders of some giant creature touring the charred landscape of all human feeling.

But. I knew. Believe me when I say, I knew it then as I know it now. It pains me to think how I never told you, and also to think of all you could have been.

I took a drink, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, repeating the gesture that was made a hundred times by my father and his father and his father's father, eyes half closed as the sharpness of the alcohol replaced the sharpness of grief.

I love China! I love my country even though it is not always good ro right,' my daughter proclaimed in a firm voice. Her words brought tears to my eyes. I also had a deep and abiding love for the land of my ancestors even though, because of my class status, I had become an outcast.

That for which we find words is something already dead in our hearts. There is always a kind of contempt in the act of speaking.

Life without music is a mistake.

As soon as you feel yourself against me you have ceased to understand my position and consequently my arguments! You have to be the victim of the same passion!

Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.

Ich sage euch: man muß noch Chaos in sich haben, um einen tanzenden Stern gebären zu können.

Those who do the right thing don't do it simply because of how they feel: the decision has to be based on reason, reason that tells you what your duty is, regardless of how you happen to feel.

i move on feeling and have learned to distrust those who don't.

If were a shower I could saturate your hair Work my way over your lips Across your shoulders Around your waist Through your knees To the tips of your toes And back again Warm wet salty Sweet

I share with the painters the desire To put a three-dimensional picture On a one-dimensional surface from Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day

english isn't a good language to express emotion through mostly i imagine because people try to speak english instead of trying to speak through it

I'm still the first person to say "F**k you" but I'm faster to say "I love you.