Quotes About Emotion

When you love, you entrust to that person your sense of your own worth, and if that person throws you aside, you believe profoundly and utterly that it is because you are worthless. That is a kind of death.

The less there is of eloquence, the more there is of love.

to tell an emotional truth rather than an actual one.

Yang aku tahu, aku sedang diliputi perasaan bahagia karena jatuh cinta dan aku tidak tahu musikku bakal berubah atau tidak.

Make 'em laugh; make 'em cry; make 'em wait.

If you did that I wouldn't even be mad. I'd be dead.

expression is always concentrated in the dissonance.

A beep on the nose is a sign of great affection

Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.

Only poetry can measure the distance between ourselves and the Other.

Sometimes love tries to do too much.

Sometimes you see briefly into someone's heart, and it becomes a bond between you that goes beyond friendship.

Renaissance Humanism, which under Petrarch's formation and tutelage vindicated the importance of poetry and rhetoric as effectors of an intimate bond between reason and emotion, thought and action, intellect and will. Petrarchan Humanism became the historical force mobilizing thought and letters against the blind impulsiveness of an illusory popular culture and the elitism of the philosophical schools" (Trinkaus, 135).

Joy is not a thing, it is in us.

The famous saying 'God is love', it is generally assumed, means that God is like our immediate emotional indulgence, not that the meaning of love ought to have something of the 'otherness' and terror of God.

Dearest, I don't like you a bit," Anthony interrupted again. "I think you're a very detestable, selfish pig and prig. But I'm often wildly in love with you, and so I see you're not. But I'm sure your only chance of salvation is to marry me.

Love was even more mathematical than poetry. It was the pure mathematics of the spirit.

You haven't experienced awkwardness until you've seen a three-million-dollar piece of software cry.

He'd always be Your Father, but somehow was no longer your dad.

Ever catch yourself in the middle of saying something you know you'll regret? Something so mean you know you should stop immediately but some part of your brain kicks in and won't let you stop?

Her love for him is not something that can be changed— it's physics, not emotion: It's the exact weight of radium. It is vast and it is exact. It is tender and finite and inexhaustible. Her love for him is a fact. Her love for him is a brutal fact about the world.

Up the street a song cloud floats by, sagging a bit, but still intact. I walk faster and catch up with it just in time to hear the ending, a symphony orchestra, the sound full and resplendent, and it is one of those times, you know those times every so often when you hear the right piece of music at the right time, and it just makes you think.

Sadness was the driver, the motor of his invention, the engine of his creativity.

This gap, always there. Somehow unbridgeable, whether it's across a wide Pacific gulf of language and culture, or just a simple sentence, father to son, always distance.