Quotes About Emotion

These days I am in a super-acute, a hyped-up life. It never goes to sleep. And yet all the events of this hyped-up life seem to be cut from the hyperdream. All of them turn up accompanied by a voice that murmurs to my heart "it's not going to last.

You horrify me. But at the same time, I horrify myself. We are horrible.

I, too, overflow; my desires have invented new desires, my body knows unheard-of songs

Vengeance is a strange human motivation-- it can drive a man to do things which he neither would nor could achieve without it ... and because of that it lies behind some of the greatest sagas of human literature!

Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.

Beauty is in the heart of the beholder.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eyes

Never be ashamed of honest tears.

Don't forget, a person's greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated.

If you kiss someone on the back of the neck, it spreads.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia - to mistake an ordinary young woman for a goddess.

What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve about.

I have felt cats rubbing their faces against mine and touching my cheek with claws carefully sheathed. These things, to me, are expressions of love.

It was still quite early in the morning and perhaps I wasn't feeling quite strong enough to have the evidence of my failure thrust before my eyes.

The Poems of Robert W. Service.

Psychology ideally means giving soul to language and finding language for soul.

He was, and he knew it, very quietly in love with the little Manchu. His love demanded nothing, not even reply; it was a tribute of the mind, to which his senses added only a flavor.

And there's another thing, too—it don't hurt when you chip me about it. Thick-skinned and tenderhearted, that's my mixture.

never did he adore anyone quite so purely as he adored the Candidate, or hate so fiercely as he hated the Other Candidate. And never afterwards did he tell such a downright thumping lie, nor was there a time ever again when right and wrong seemed to him so simply on this side and on that. A little boy then, and a man now if he had lived; he was killed on July 1st, 1916. When Chips read out his name in Brookfield Chapel that week, his voice broke and he could not go on.

This person who is so special to you. Open your heart knowing that there's a chance you can experience a love you never dreamed possible.

To feel such a love, so real, so pure and perfect." Is the ending love I have with you.

You shall know the truth and the truth shall make you mad. "I drink to make other people more interesting.

I'ts the simple pleasure of knowing, I am in love with you.