Quotes About Emotion

Morir por amor. Vivir para odiar. Debería ser una paradoja, y sin embargo, no lo es. --Es lo mismo --comprendió Jack-- Uno.

No hay fuerza más poderosa y antigua que la del corazón.

Tan fuerte que parece que no puedes respirar. Tan intenso que deseas estar siempre con esa persona y no separarte de ella nunca más

La amo. La mujer que yo veo cuando la miro es la mujer de mis versos, porque no la miro con los ojos de la cara, sino con los ojos del corazón

You knew there were no words for what had to be said.

Because the human experience involves loss, we need to feel it, express it, and then release it. Only then do we achieve healing.

And he made her a lot of things but not uncomfortable. Nervous, maybe. Lustful, yes. Sometimes even a little stupid. But not uncomfortable.

I'm crazy, stupid, out of my mind in love with you

resentment, the emotion that, Jane Amery would write, 'nails every one of us onto the cross of his ruined past.'

In a single, silent moment, his rage, his fear, his humiliation and helplessness, had fallen away. That morning, he believed, he was a new creation. Softly, he wept.

Love is not something you plan, it just happens.

Remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how I will remember you all. If you can only remember me with tears, then don't remember me at all.

An autumn breeze, a string of words, a star-filled sky— all are poetry.

Art is a journey of the soul.

Art teaches art.

What is made from the heart is a masterpiece.

But she was in love, and love isn't about making sense.

I was there, where the pale words, like light on a wave. Where the forgotten music was still played. The lovers, gone. Their beds unmade.

And my wildly troubled love for you, which labored gently in the garden all through June, then tore the flowers up with its fists in July.

And this last second or two of dreaming in which your face returns to me completely. Not even needing to be, being so alive again to me.

It's twilight in the vineyard, and the red night rises from a troubled woman's glass of wine.

He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him.

He felt her draw a little shuddering breath, and then a wet tumble of water on her cheek. She whispered, "God forgive, Jervaulx—that I sh'dovethee." That I should love thee.It broke the spell that held him. Had she said that? He pushed back, gazing at her.

He came down the nave, walking with his graceful stride, dangerous and tear-stained.