Quotes About Emotion

I found it difficult to look at him at that moment.

There is no higher form of artistic expression then film

It's funny what can happen when you lay bare the heart and join the Earth's old dance through the heavens.

No one had to convince me about the reality of hell. It wasn't a fiery pit. It lived and thrived in the human breast and consumed its host from night to morning.

The band played "La Jolie Blon" a second time. For me, there is no more haunting ballad in the world. Its origins go back to the eighteenth century, but the rendition by Harry Choates is the one that never leaves you.

Maggie's face darkened, as

When Mildred went to bed her stomach hurt from laughter, her heart ached from happiness. Then she remembered that while Veda had kissed her, that first moment when she had entered the house, she still hadn't kissed Veda. She tiptoed into the room she had hoped Veda would occupy, knelt beside the bed as she had knelt so many times in Glendale, took the lovely creature in her arms and kissed her, hard, on the mouth.

Veda began it, but when she finished it, or whether she finished it, Mildred never quite knew. Little quivers went through her and they kept going through her the rest of the night, during the supper party, when Veda sat with the white scarf wound around her throat, during the brief half hour, while she undressed Veda, and put the costume away; in the dark, while she lay there alone, trying to sleep, not wanting to sleep. This was the climax of Mildred's life.

It was a long time before Mildred could bring herself to send Veda to bed. She wanted to keep her there, to warm herself in this sunny, carefree friendliness that had never been there before. When the time finally came, she took Veda in herself, and helped her undress, and put her in bed, and held her tight for a moment, still ecstatic at the miracle that had come to pass.

Mildred, who had listened to this eulogy as one might listen to soul-nourishing organ music, came to herself with a start, and murmured: "She's a wonderful girl." "No—is a wonderful singer.

You must be a hell cat, though. You couldn't make me feel like this if you weren't." "That's what we're going to do. Kiss me, Frank. On the mouth." I kissed her. Her eyes were shining up at me like two blue stars. It was like being in church.

They spoke quickly, as though they were saying things that scalded their mouths, and had to be cooled with spit.

She preferred to remain at a distance, to enjoy this child as she seemed, rather than as she was.

Is this what love does? It changes you this way? It allows you to see the past this clearly?

felt her heart pirouette toward her feet.

See, dance changes people. Dancing makes you free. It makes people happy.

The day is breaking someone else's heart.

Love buries itself in me, up to the hilt.

I love the swing and swirl of words as they tangle with human emotions.

There is a man, playing a violin, and the strings are the nerves in his own arm...

Funboy: Pal, something is seriously wrong with you. The Crow: Atrocity has that effect on me.

This time I wouldn't forget him, because I couldn't ever forgive him - for breaking my heart twice.

This is my brain: O This is my brain after making out with Fang: * It's very sad.

There's nothing more annoying than cold logic and reason when you've got a good fit going.