Quotes About Emotion

Love is many things, none of them logical.

I WANT DOMINGO MONTOYA YOU SON OF A BITCH!

I write out of revenge

Inigo loved him. Totally. Don't ask why. There really wasn't any one reason you could put your finger on. Oh, probably Domingo loved him back, but love is many things, none of them logical.

I'll never love you. I wouldn't want it if I had it. Then by all means let us marry.

I only wish we could stay for his grief - it should be Homeric.

if you do not kiss my mouth, Inigo Montoya of Spain, I will more than likely die.

Love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops.

And Inigo felt, for the first time since the dying, such happiness. It had fled from him, happiness, and when you spend years without, you forget that no blessing compares . . .

Aw shit,' I said and I started to cry.

But I must never love again.

I love you, Buttercup said. I know this must come as something of a surprise, since all I've ever done is scorn you and degrade you and taunt you, but I have loved you for several hours now, and every second more.

Yes, Buttercup replied. There was a very long pause. But I must never love again. She never did.

Love turns, with little indulgence, to indifference or disgust: hatred alone is immortal.

We do not see nature with our eyes, but with our understandings and our hearts.

All that is worth remembering in life, is the poetry of it

The history of all love is writ with one pen.

How to gain, how to keep, how to recover happiness, is in fact for most men at all times the secret motive of all they do, and of all they are willing to endure

We ought to say a feeling of and, a feeling of if, a feeling of but, and a feeling of by, quite as readily as we say a feeling of blue or a feeling of cold.

In certain diseased conditions consciousness is a mere spark, without memory of the past or thought of the future, and with the present narrowed down to some one simple emotion or sensation of the body.

a man does not cry because he is sad, he is sad because he cries

Religious feeling is thus an absolute addition to the subject's range of life. It gives him a new sphere of power. When the outward battle is lost, and the outward world disowns him, it redeems and vivifies an interiour world which otherwise would be an empty waste.

Everything that's been done to us we carry forever. Most of us do our damnedest to hold on to the good and forget the rest. But somewhere in the vault of our hearts, in a place our brains can't or won't touch, the worst is stored, and the only sure key to it is in our dreams.

A sickly little smile grew and died on his mouth like a fungus.