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Quotes About Emotion

They never say, I love you with all my kidneys. I love you with my liver. They never say, my gall bladder is yours and yours alone. No one says, she broke my appendix.
~ Jeanette Winterson
He would love her if she were a wolf that tore out his heart. And he wondered what that said about love.
~ Jeanette Winterson
All I am saying is that love is not exclusively human.
~ Jeanette Winterson
In the economy of the body, the limbic highway takes precedence over the neural pathways. We were designed and built to feel, and there is no thought, no state of mind, that is not also a feeling state. Nobody can feel too much, though many of us work very hard at feeling too little. Feeling is frightening. Well, I find it so.
~ Jeanette Winterson
Round and round he walked, and so learned a very valuable thing: that no emotion is the final one.
~ Jeanette Winterson
When I met you I was moving like a blind arrow shot in time of need. I was flint-sharp, flint-primitive. I was aim, arrow, and target. I wanted to be wounded again. I did not want to seal myself against life. I would rather be cut than dry.
~ Jeanette Winterson
I like passion, I like to be among the desperate.
~ Jeanette Winterson
Hardship is a man-made device because man cannot exist without passion. Religion is somewhere between fear and sex.
~ Jeanette Winterson
I want to touch you.' 'And if you did touch me, what then?' 'I would find a language of beginning.
~ Jeanette Winterson
I said, If we were good always would we be happy always? No, said Grandmother. Then I shall be bad.
~ Jeanette Winterson
In the Torah, the Hebrew 'to know', often used in a sexual context, is not about facts but about connections. Knowledge, not as accumulation but as charge and discharge.
~ Jeanette Winterson
He doesn't take a photo or a video because he wants to remember — by which he means he wants to misremember because the moment is made up of what the camera can't capture.
~ Jeanette Winterson
love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down
~ Jeanette Winterson
I read: This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy. I started to cry.
~ Jeanette Winterson
Where did love begin? What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea? Was there a day, exhausted and weary, dragging home food, arms cut and scarred, that you saw yellow flowers and, not knowing what you did, picked them because I love you?
~ Jeanette Winterson
What you think is the heart might well be another organ.
~ Jeanette Winterson
We fear passion and laugh at too much love and those who love too much. And still we long to feel.
~ Jeanette Winterson
You said, 'I love you.' Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear? 'I love you' is always a quotation. You did not say it first and neither did I, yet when you say it and when I say it we speak like savages who have found three words and worship them.
~ Jeanette Winterson
For my part, I think we need more emotion, not less. But I think, too, that we need to educate people in how to feel. Emotionalism is not the same as emotion. We cannot cut out emotion—in the economy of the human body, it is the limbic, not the neural, highway that takes precedence. We are not robots—apologies there, Spike—but we act as though all our problems would be solved if only we had no emotions to cloud our judgement.
~ Jeanette Winterson
Take two people. Slice lengthways. Boil with the lid on. Add a marriage, a past, another woman. Sugar to taste. Pass through a chance meeting. Lubricate sparingly. Serve on a bed of – or is it in a bed of –? Use fresh and top with raw emotion.
~ Jeanette Winterson
I am desperately looking the other way so that love won't see me.
~ Jeanette Winterson
Feeling. I didn't want to feel.
~ Jeanette Winterson
Contentment is a feeling you say? Are you sure it's not an absence of feeling?
~ Jeanette Winterson
I love you. The three most difficult words in the world. But what else can I say?
~ Jeanette Winterson