Quotes About Emotion

Forgiveness is an event and a process

Forgiveness is not forgetting

Demoralized by their inability to change their station in life, they must accept that the meaning of politics lies not in institutional reform but in daily emotion. They must stop thinking about a better future for themselves, their friends, and their families, and prefer the constant invocation of a proud past. At the top and throughout society, material inequality creates the experiences and the sentiments that can be transformed into a politics of eternity.

Joy is a choice. Happiness is an emotion. You can still be joyful and be unhappy. When you are content with your life's purpose, nothing can steal your joy.

Some people say, Never let them see you cry." I say, if you're so mad you could just cry, then cry. It terrifies everyone.

I remember wishing the moment would hold forever; that we could be fixed there, laughing and irredescent... Then I got panicky because I knew it would pass; that it was passing already.

Your father is dead," Braedon soberly interjected.

He was like warm marble wherever she touched him, solid and unyielding, Michelangelo's namesake sculpture come to life.

Admiration is the emotion furthest from understanding. ~Sosuke Aizen

Those who do not know what love is likens it to beauty Those who claim to know what love is likens it to ugliness -Gin Ichimaru

A woman's mind is affected by the meanest gifts.

Things become bearers of memory and information, especially when enhanced by stories that expand their capacity to carry meaning.

True love doesn't need proof. The eyes told what heart felt.

Memory is funny. Once you hit a vein the problem is not how to remember but how to control the flow.

I had made the fatal mistake of believing in his touch, as if the intelligence of his hands, our orgasms, the way he penetrated me, had affected him as much as it had affected me. Perhaps this is the catch cry of the egoist: I love, therefore I must be loved. Perhaps it is the Achilles' heel of my gender.

We cannot choose the times we live in. Just as, sometimes, we cannot choose whom we love.

Love wasn't a piece of music you could play over and over again with different interpretations. It actually needed to be improvised as you went along.

Indeed, you become what you eat. In which case I am an onion. Layered, slightly sour and guaranteed to bring tears to the eyes.

The heart is a bloody thing.

she tried to avoid his gaze but he held her steady and would not look away, Finally her eyes spoke to him. Her eyes said, Words are too weak, too small, they are always too small, even the purest and most simple phrases fail. Her eyes said, Look at who you are, you were asleep when I met you, but now you're awake, so stay awake. I did not need you and I did not want you and yet here you are, awake in my body and in my heart.

Immediately he surprised her, for she like the way he kissed, like a man who wanted to swallow life.

There in that embrace, she feels something shuffling around, moving warily fumbling through the dusty rooms of her heart, and, one by one, turning on the lights

I am haunted by every person I have ever loved.

Love is Venemous