Quotes About Emotion

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When I was laughing I couldn't tell if I was pretty or not, but I looked happy.

Facts are almost irrelevant to most people. We make decisions based on emotion and then justify them later with whatever facts we can scrounge up in our defense.

I'll put it to you simply: love is the enemy. That's my conclusion. We should all live in our little monk cells and never venture out ...

Love loves anarchy. It loves to wreak havoc. It loves to dance atop the ruins.

Haven't you ever gotten carried away and done something totally spur of the moment like that?" "Everybody gets carried away from time to time," Tracy told the boy who had carried him away.

If there are things you don't know, you call the gap in your knowledge a mystery and fill it in with a wholly emotional answer.

Some people never say the words 'I love you', for like a child they're longing to be told.

Sometimes even music cannot substitute for tears.

Some people never say the words 'I love you'. It's not their style to be so bold. Some people never say those words: 'I love you' But, like a child, they're longing to be told

A slow feeling of gathering sadness as each familiar place flashes by the window and disappears and becomes part of the past. Time is made visible, and it moves as the landscape moves.

But art should require no instrument but memory.

Death rephrases the life of everyone who's near.

This is getting depressing," Julieta said. "Let's go to the Casa Azul." The Blue House, in Coyoacán, a short walk from the restaurant, was where Frida Kahlo had been born, grew up, and lived with Diego Rivera.

One child was provoked to a stumbling dance at the feet of the fiddler, who was sawing his heart out with his eyes shut.

Gringo, she could have made you happy!" "I would have made my wife very unhappy.

My secret was sad, but at least it was my secret; it was something to hold on to.

If you leave me, I'll want to die. Love, Elizabeth Carstensen.

She wanted to cry. To scream. To shriek like a crazy wind.

And she remembered the tears that had come from some hidden river in her eyes. Had fallen on her hand, on her lap, on the knife. Silent, they had coursed, beyond her willing, beyond her power to start or stop.

Thinking so, a great wave of feeling swept through Clare. A feeling which was neither of the body nor the mind, but something between the two. An inconvenient feeling. Not only had she fallen in love with Ralph Schuyler, but she also loved him and everything about him with a passion..

That was the last day I lived in my body. I retreated above the neck, and lived inside the fire in my head ever since.

The despair which had overwhelmed her slowly ebbed: he loved her, ah he loved her. He was free to enjoy himself with Jeanne, or with others, he loved her. "I love you," he had whispered in her ear, "I love you," so softly it was scarcely audible. "I love you.

The hardest thing was simply to speak.