Quotes About Emotion

if anything in this universe reflects the fingerprint of God, it is the human heart.

The only true language in the world is a kiss... When the pleasure is simple and complete... in the offering.

And I remember that moment, when I knew. That you'd broken loose in me the stuff that only love breaks loose.

Music cuts people free." A pause. "It silences the thing that's trying to kill us.

You and I... we never really finished our conversation, but I can tell you this... living with a broken heart is living half dead, and that doesn't mean you're half alive. It means you're half dead. And... that's no way to live.

Music is its own dimension and it reaches people at a level that is beneath their DNA.

But that's the thing about music. It doesn't enter through the mind. It enters through the heart.

You believe in things you cannot see and speak a language that only hearts know.

Letting myself experience or desire pleasure is like a shot through the heart of their memory.

We don't love because people love us back. We love because we can. Because we were made to.

Music reaches people at a level that is beneath their DNA. Dad was right. Again. Music exposes what and who we worship.

Este es el amor con las piernas." She then translated without being asked. "'This is love with legs.' My father used to say that you can tell someone you love them until you're blue in the face, but until they see that walked out, they have no idea what it means. Hence, 'love with legs.

world cannot be seen or even touched; they must be felt with the heart.

otherwise. "Agua de mi corazón." I

Story is the bandage of the broken. The tapestry upon which we write our lives." "Stories Birth our dreams and feed the one thing that never dies.

A joyful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit dries up the bones.

Used to tell me that people spend money on three things: what they love, what they worship, and what helps ease their pain.

She smiled, tilted her head, and . . . have you ever seen video of melting glaciers where huge chunks, the size of skyscrapers, break off and crash into the sea? If hearts can do that, then when her hair slid from behind her ear and down over her eyes, and the right side of her lip turned up, I heard my heart crack down the middle.

And while she sounded lonesome, I doubted whether a whip-poor-will ever sounded that hauntingly pure.

Love has its own communication—one you can't prove in a courtroom, in a lab experiment, or on a doctor's chart. It's the language of the heart, and while it has never been transcribed, has no alphabet, and can't be heard or spoken by voice, it is used by every human on the planet. It is written on our souls, scripted by the finger of God, and we can hear, understand, and speak it with perfection long before we open our eyes for the first time.

Music is meant to be experienced, not described.

There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved

Music is an art that expresses the inexpressible. It rises far above what words can mean or the intelligence define. Its domain is the imponderable and impalpable land of the unconscious.

A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.