Quotes About Emotion

Israel is the heart of all nations." It was the conscience and the raw exposed nerve; all emotion passed through it. But it was more than that; it was the heart that suffered whenever any part of the body was ill.

Having reshaped my words with an intensity of feeling I had not known before, I could not understand why others were not overcome with my sense of life, of sex, and of sadness.

He was full of love—for himself, first, and his prowess—such a fine power at his age. Then, he felt a degree of love for her—

Despair is the emotion we feel at the death of beings within us.

She had built up a lot of control over all these months, but suddenly it just hurt so bad that she bawled right there at the table, two seconds after she saw the broken ring. It was the first real big cry she'd had about Gary in a long time, a month or so. She was not sure there was any such thing anymore as Gary. She didn't know if that was where her belief rested. He was a lot out of her mind. He might really be dead.

The years pass into the years and we count our time in lonely private rhythms which have little to do with number or judgment or the uncertain shifting memory of friends.

Hey, there's a place in the darkness. You know what I mean? I think I met you there. I knew you there.

A story has to stick with those who tell it. It belongs to them. Just like the October Boy, it's got nowhere else to go.

Attitudes are more important than facts.

The written word is far more powerful than simply a reminder: it recreates the past in the present, and gives us, not the familiar remembered thing, but the glittering intensity of the summoned-up hallucination.

He paused again as a tear of longing rolled from cheek to lip with the sweet-salty taste of an old memory.

don't base my believing on feelings. My believing is based on Your Word!

Maybe the hairs on my head were numbered she went on with a sudden serious sweetness but nobody could ever count my love for you.

I want to ask him to wait, she said. I have just found my father, and I want it to be just we two for a while. I want to tell him he will have to wait.

The note that she struck had beaten down the doors of a closed memory; and Father Abram held his lost Aglaia close in his arms.

She turned on me a flatteringly protracted but a wiltingly disapproving gaze, & then went inside, humming a light song to indicate the value she placed upon my existence.

Miss Phœbe released the low key of the organ. But her work had been well done. The note that she struck had beaten down the doors of a closed memory; and Father Abram held his lost Aglaia close in his arms.

But in the case of human beings, friendship is a transitory art, subject to discontinuance without further notice.

Her clothing smelled of her anxious unwashed female body.

El amor es intensidad y por esto es una distensión del tiempo: estira los minutos y los alarga como siglos.

To live is also to think, and sometimes to cross that border beyond which feeling and thinking become one: poetry. Meanwhile

El amor es trágico; añado que la amistad es una respuesta a la tragedia.

El amor es una pasión que todos o casi todos veneran pero que pocos, muy pocos viven realmente.

El arte de amar ¿Es arte de morir? Amar Es morir y revivir y remorir: Es la vivacidad.