Quotes About Emotion

I don't know the words for how she looked at me -- there are few words -- it was a welling up, a rising, a lifting up on the surface from the water; it was the sort of thing that could not be told.

Everything falls into the hands of music eventually. The only thing that ever rescued me was listening to a big voice.

He said to me once that most of the time people use the word love as just another way to show off they're hungry. The way he said it went something like: Glorify their appetites.

His face had softened: as if just being a moment with her had relaxed him, allowed him to be someone different. I guess this is what marriage is, or was, or could be. You drop the mask. You allow the fatigue in. You lean across and kiss the years because they're the things that matter.

My head against his shoulder, he laughs as if the laughter wants to travel a good distance, down through my body also.

No one ever fell in love gracefully.

I love you," she whispered, gazing up into his pale gray eyes. He smiled crookedly, for a moment looking at her with a dazzled air. He had, she realized sadly, no experience hearing those words. He didn't know how to react. "I figured as much." This time, she didn't hit him.

Tears are nothing to be ashamed of at all. -Grandma Shaw

When feelings get so string they're woven into my bones, I can't talk about them without crying.

Will I ever see you again? No. Do I love you? Yes, for all time.

She watched him a while longer and then shut her eyes again. And even though she knew her hand was tucked beneath her cheek and he was on the far side of the room, the instant she closed her eyes he was there beside her again, his hands crossed on his chest and her hand held tightly under them, pressed safely against his heart. Who

La inteligencia es fría. La emoción es cálida.

Por lo general el exceso de sentimiento prueba que hay falla de desarrollo de la inteligencia

six emotions make up the first group: love, desire and joy in response to whatever my senses recognize

To those of you who are yet to plunge into the zygote pool and want to know what both plumbless horror and pure love feels like, have yourself a baby...

You have my whole heart. You always did. You're the best guy. You always were.

Scared money can't win and a worried man can't love.

Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.

She looked up at him and her face was pale and austere in the uplight and her eyes lost in their darkly shadowed hollows save only for the glint of them and he could see her throat move in the light and he saw in her face and in her figure something he'd not seen before and the name of that thing was sorrow.

Men say they only learn this but he said that no creature can learn that which his heart has no shape to hold.

Music is made out of nothing but some fairly simple rules . . . The notes themselves amount to almost nothing. But why some particular arrangement of these notes should have such a profound effect on our emotions is a mystery beyond even the hope of comprehension.

Rage is only for what you believe can be fixed. All the rest is grief.

That he could not enkindle in the heart of the child what was ashes in his own.

Those who choose a love that can never be fulfilled will be hounded by a rage that can never be extinguished.