Quotes About Emotion

Love never reasons, but profusely gives; it gives like a thoughtless prodigal its all, and then trembles least it has done to little.

Love never reasons but profusely gives......gives like a thoughtless prodigal, it's all and trembles then, lest it has done too little.

Mermaids have no tears, and so they suffer all the more.

Where words fail, music speaks.

Never had she danced so beautifully; the sharp knives cut her feet, but she did not feel it, for the pain in her heart was far greater.

?nsan? ayakta tutan ?ey umut olmal?. Ölmekte olan bir ki?inin kafas?ndan silinen son duygunun da umut oldu?unu san?yorum.

The fairest thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true science. He who knows it not, and can no longer wonder, no longer feel amazement, is as good as dead. We all had this priceless talent when we were young. But as time goes by, many of us lose it. The true scientist never loses the faculty of amazement. It is the essence of his being.

I am very lucky that I get to tell stories for a living. I love being able to grab people's attention, to keep them turning the pages, to make them stay awake all night. I want to stir the pulse, yes, but also to stir the heart. I hope 'The Woods' does that.

Years fly by, but the heart stays in the same place.

You bring your own weather to the picnic.

Hope is cruel. Hope reminds me of what almost was. Hope makes the physical ache return.

HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.

They minute people fall in love they become liars.

Country music is three chords and the truth.

What matters in literature in the end is surely the idiosyncratic, the individual, the flavor or the color of a particular human suffering.

Someone who claims to write with emotion recollected in tranquility, is a fool and a liar. To understand is to tremble. To recollect is to re-enter and riven......I admire the authority of being on one's knees in front of an event.

My mother's eyes were incomprehensible; they were dark stages where dimly seen mob scenes were staged and all one ever sensed was tumult and drama, and no matter how long one waited, the lights never went up and the scene never was explained.

Fear comes, and once you recognize it and accept it, it passes just as fast as it comes, and you don't really think about it anymore. You just do what you have to do, but you learn the real meaning of fear and life and death.

What would music, art, poetry, or literature be without emotion?

They call it music, but it's just this side of magic.

I can't really articulate what I feel

Good writing excites me, and makes life worth living.

And far down the hill, below her, the multicolored lights of Los Angeles shimmered through her tears.

there is no sorrow that love does not precede.