Quotes About Emotion

One may feel a sudden wave of sadness and rake his brain for an explanation when he might have noticed that it was caused by a cloud cutting off the rays of the sun.

When I encounter a sunrise, a painting, a woman, or an idea that makes my heart bound like a young calf, then I know I am standing in front of happiness.

My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.

We are not men, to have need of another, an eternal life; we are women, and for us one moment with man we love is everlasting Paradise, one moment far from the man we love is everlasting hell. It is here on earth that we women love out eternity

At such times [drunk] all the doors of a woman's being are opened. The sentinels relax and a kind word is as powerful as gold or love.

On the way between nothingness and God, we dance and weep.

Time is not a field, to be measured in rods, nor a sea, to be measured in miles; it is a heart beat.

Acum, când nu te afli în faÈ›a mea È™i când nu vezi ce expresie cap?t? chipul meu È™i nu risc s? par tandru È™i ridicol, îÈ›i m?rturisesc ce mult te iubesc.

Love is not unarmed," said Jesus, looking at the centurion's cold blue eyes, his freshly shaven cheeks and fat, short-fingered hands. "Love too makes war and runs to the assault.

It is a fact that I don't get enough love, I never did get enough love

Posees la llama pero te falta el calor»

Lo que habían intercambiado no era amor; Rob lo sabía. Sin embargo, había sido tan buen sustito del amor

Michael held his hand as he hallucinated, talking to some of the people who had left footprints on his memory when they had walked across his life.

era capaz de rezar y odiar al mismo tiempo.

It is not uncommon for a leader to win a debate - or even an election - who is intellectually inferior to his opponent but is better able to incite the emotions of the masses.

Now I know I've got a heart because it is breaking. - Tin Man

I loved to cook, so I cooked. And then the cooking became a way of saying I love you. And then the cooking became the easy way of saying I love you. And then the cooking became the only way of saying I love you.

He loved Thelma, Jonathan said, he had never loved anyone but Thelma, he had loved Thelma for nineteen years and would always love her even though Thelma didn't give a rat's ass about him and never had.

And then it hit me: he doesn't love me. It hit me with a shimmering clarity: that was all there was to it. It didn't matter if he was crazy. It didn't matter if I was innocent or guilty. Nothing mattered except that he didn't love me. If I throw this pie at him, he will never love me. But he doesn't love me anyway. So I can throw the pie if I want to. I picked up the pie and thanked God for the linoleum floor, and threw it.

Love is homesickness

He says he's in love with her, I said. He told you this? said Arthur. Yes, I said. Why did he tell you this? said Arthur.

A woman doesn't want to be told she looks nice,' Jude nuttered as she sat down beside maud's grave. She wants to be told she's beautiful, sexy. That she looks outrageous. It dosen't matter if its not true.' She sighed and laid the flowers against the headstone. 'Because for the moment, when the words are said and the words are heard, it's perfect truth.

He gave her a quick, casual kiss on the cheek first. Then came the hug, and it was the hug that always made Laurel's heart mush. Serious grip, cheek to the hair, eyes closed, just a little sway. Del's hugs mattered, she thought, and made him impossible to resist.

I've wanted to be with you when I didn't have the right to.