Quotes About Emotion

Frau Lennartz gab Fritz eine Handvoll Scheine, und Fritz wandte sich zum Gehen. Seine Mutter strich ihm die Haare aus der Stirn, ehe sie ihn entließ. Lela gab sich alle Mühe, dass auch ihre Haare so ins Gesicht hingen, und wartete, ob dann Frau Inge, wie sie sie hatte nennen hören, auch ihr die Haare aus der Stirn streichen würde.

Aber alles, was wir aussprechen, muss wahr sein, weil wir es empfinden. Da haben Sie mein poetisches Geständnis

Apenas nos dijimos otra cosa que nuestros nombres, pero nunca había oído un poema de amor más bello.

auch Hände haben ein Gedächtnis.

Daddy, I think I'm going to marry this man. His heart's big enough for me.

Words only make sense when the person who says them means a lot.

Harold Bloom weeps for me.

Art-making is not about telling the truth but making the truth felt

Das hat mich nicht traurig gemacht, damals, aber irgendwie hat es das doch. Ich weiß auch nicht wieso.

Und ich weiß heute noch, wie der Kuss schmeckte, nämlich nach Wein und nach Honig.

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.

Music is the fourth great material want, first food, then clothes, then shelter, then music.

A profusion of fancies and quotations is out of place in a love-letter. True feeling is always direct, and never deviates into by-ways to cull flowers of rhetoric.

Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed by them.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination.

The train braked. Five-minute stop. The man got off. All very ordinary, of course. But still. Flore came back, passed by me. She touched my arm, returned to her seat. I could have ripped my arm off. You don't need two arms. One good arm, fine, and the other one, the one she'd just touched, in formaldehyde. On the mantelpiece. In my big apartment. When she leaves me.

How easily the mind can be turned to hate from a place of fear.

Please…please don't…" "You must let me go, my love," Ventress said, her voice so gentle, so tender, and she smiled lovingly. "It's the Jedi way." And she was gone.

Hate is powerful. Hate can be eternal. Hate can be manipulated. And hate can be created.

When I try to describe how I feel when you hold me, I get butterflies, I hear lullabies, it's hard to explain -- like the scent of a rose or the sound of the rain. It's too precious and too wonderful to give it a name.

I love red and I think it's more than just a color: It evokes an emotion. When you wear red, it makes you feel empowered and sexy. For me, sin is all about temptation and the power of seduction. Red Sin is a combination of those elements to make women feel irresistible.

Blues and soul and jazz music has so much pain, so much beauty of raw emotion and passion.

You used to have to sing and convey emotion, and now, well, technically you can do anything with technology. It sucks for music today, but that's why that old music feels so good to me.