Quotes About Emotion

All living things contain a measure of madness that moves them in strange, sometimes inexplicable ways.

Gloom is but a shadow of a cloud passing by

I wept like a child. It was not because I was overcome at having survived my ordeal, though I was. Nor was it the presence of my brothers and sisters, though that too was very moving. I was weeping because ....fill in the blank with whatever/whoever helped you survive... had left me so unceremoniously.

The worst pair of opposites is boredom and terror. Sometimes your life is a pendulum swing from one to the other.

I was not wounded in any part of my body, but I had never experienced such intense pain, such a ripping of the nerves, such an ache of the heart.

Fiction and nonfiction are not so easily divided. Fiction may not be real, but it's true; it goes beyond the garland of facts to get to emotional and psychological truths.

I felt I was beating a rainbow to death

Fiction and nonfiction are not so easily divided. Fiction may not be real, but it's true; it goes beyond the garland of facts to get to emotional and psychological truths. As for nonfiction, for history, it may be real, but its truth is slippery, hard to access, with no fixed meaning bolted to it. If history doesn't become story, it dies to everyone except the historian.

Everything was screaming: the sea, the wind, my heart.

I felt like I was beating a rainbow to death.

All living things contain a measure of madness that moves them in strange, sometimes inexplicable ways. - The Life of Pi

Like punk rock, like Jackson Pollock, like Jack Kerouac, it was truly human, a mix of perfect beauty and cathartic error.

All living things contain a measure of madness that moves them in a strange, sometimes inexplicable ways.

Art is rooted in joy.

The sad fact is that there are no natural deaths, despite what doctors say. Every death is felt by someone as a murder, as the unjust taking of a loved being.

That bungled goodbye hurts me to this day.

This was all a bit much for me. The tone was right—loving and brave—but the details seemed bleak. I said nothing. It wasn't for fear of angering Mr. Kumar. I was more afraid that in a few words thrown out he might destroy something that I loved. What if his words had the effect of polio on me? What a terrible disease that must be if it could kill God in a man.

Everything in me, right down to the pores of my skin, was expressing joy.

I said nothing. It wasn't for fear of angering Mr. Kumar. I was more afraid that in a few words thrown out he might destroy something that I loved.

What I had before me was a spectacle of wind and water, an earthquake of the senses, that even Hollywood couldn't orchestrate.

We loved our son like the sea loves an island, always surrounding him with our arms, always touching him and crashing upon his shore with our care and concern. When he was gone, the sea had only itself to contemplate.

My developing sense was that the foundation of a story is an emotional foundation. If a story does not work emotionally, it does not work at all.

I don't think it's possible to have a sense of tragedy without having a sense of humor.

What it sees there isn't so much a face as the expression of a predicament.