Quotes About Emotion

You made me ache and you liked that. So did I.

I have, I admit, a low tolerance for detached chronicling and cool analysis.

I long for the raised voice, the howl of rage or love.

Where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind,

Falling in love isn't the problem" she murmured. "its the staying in love part that i don't have much faith in.

Loss Statement from a major local

As women, wea re given a great give: our purity. And everything that makes us who we are emotionally - our feminine nature, our sensitivity, our vulnerability, and our desire to give ourselves fully to one man - is part of that gift. Our purity is a treasure. it is so much more than just our physical virginity, it starts with who we are on the inside.

The room pulsed with feeling

Being alive was all right then: he had not breathed like that for a long time.

After all, moms were appreciated only on Mother's Day. That's why they invented it. So they could treat you like a household appliance the rest of the year.

Emotional expression governs, and changes, interaction. Anger, for example, produces distance, whereas vulnerability disarms. Thus, interpersonal conflict can be resolved by changing what people express

Indifference says you are not a person to love, but an object to use.

I WANT YOU TO KNOW that you were made to be happy.

Intelligence forbids tears.

The difficulty of writing about sex, for women, is that sex is best when not thought about, not analysed.

Music attacks my inner ear like an antagonist, it's not my world.

Sometimes I think nothing is simple but the feeling of pain.

if the main reason we listen to music in the first place is to hear passion expressed- as i've believed all my life-then what good is this music going to prove to be? what does that say about us? what are we confirming in ourselves by doting on art that is emotionally neutral? and, simultaneously, what in ourselves might we be destroying or at least keeping down?

They're events you remember all your life, like your first real orgasm. And the whole purpose of the absurd, mechanically persistent involvement with recorded music is the pursuit of that priceless moment. So it's not exactly that records might unhinge the mind, but rather that if anything is going to drive you up the wall it might as well be a record.

A arte de sofrer é inconsciente... E é preciso fingir que se vive, é preciso.

Eu sei o que é amor, Joaquim. Eu sei aqui no meu peito, como um punhal. Um punhal cravado para sempre. Ele sorriu, um riso triste. — Amor não é ferida, Manuela. Não precisa ser...

Love has no power to look forward — the delicious consciousness of the present, a faint but delightful shadow of the past, form its eternity.

Silence is love's own peculiar eloquence of bliss.