Quotes About Emotion

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or even heard, they must be felt with the heart.

What we once enjoyed and deeply loved we can never lose, For all that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

She traversed the spectrum of human emotion, and found herself to be flawed, but trusted God to accept all of her. Her vulnerability and openness led to her empowerment.

Since I'm inarticulate, I express myself with images.

In England Have My Bones White wrote one of the saddest sentences I have ever read: 'Falling in love is a desolating experience, but not when it is with a countryside.' He could not imagine a human love returned. He had to displace his desires onto the landscape, that great, blank green field that cannot love you back, but cannot hurt you either.

It happens to everyone. But you feel it alone. Shocking loss isn't to be shared, no matter how hard you try.

Stimulus: opera. Response: kill.

Shocking loss isn't to be shared, no matter how hard you try.

ran into my old room, sat on the little bed and hugged my knees, pain worming around inside my chest like a thing with a million tiny teeth and claws.

I look. There it is. I feel it. The insistent pull to the heart that the hawk brings, that very old longing of mine to possess the hawk's eye. To live the safe and solitary life; to look down on the world from a height and keep it there. To be the watcher; invulnerable, detached, complete. My eyes fill with water. Here I am, I think. And I do not think I am safe.

P)ulling at your heart on purpose is a compulsion as particular and disconcerting as pressing on a healing bruise.

Something the size of a fist was in my throat and it was catching the words and not letting them out. I started to panic. Why couldn't I speak?

concentrating on the sodden lake of the heart, and its sharp depths / ... I am balanced on one foot, assuming the next step is groundward ('Walking')

Now the light is thickening into real dusk and it starts to rain. And with the rain and the dusk comes the smell of autumn. It makes me shiver happily.

Falling in love is a desolating experience, but not when it is with a countryside.

Another thunderstorm crosses the Ridings. The sky is rusty water and the trees have blurred to ink. Fat raindrops hammer on the blanket and soak through his steaming clothes; there is wet wool and sweat and the electric scent of the storm carried in with the rising wind.

That was the great puzzle, and it was played out again and again. How hearts do stop.

You don't know anything about them, but you feel the other person's there, one friend told me. It's like all the years between you and them disappear. Like you become them, somehow. History

You are a man whose eyes are bright with unspilled tears when you tell me of the horror of your journey here.

Hatred (is) a cancer in the mind. Hatred (is) an acid eating away the soul.

There were days when he touched the tip of her nose and it was enough, a miracle of plenty.

She looked at the last thing she had written and she felt calm. Then she crossed the words out vehemently, scribbling until even the shape of the sentence was destroyed.