Quotes About Emotion

No one ever hates without a cause....

When your family members die, they just see you as extra overtime at a crime scene and at a perimeter.

Why would you shed a tear for them when they in return crack a smile for your loss because of the impending extra money they will receive in their next paycheck for sitting at your loved ones crime scene of 6 hours because of the overtime they will accrue.

Imprisoned in his self-awareness modern man longs for the lost innocence of spontaneous feeling.

Judge you the rest; being tired she bade me kiss;Jove send me more such afternoons as this!

I'll burn my books!

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is overruled by fate.

Deny your nature, and it will erupt in some other, uglier way.

There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It's like falling in love.

In every man's heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.

A good book ought to have something simple about it. And, like Eve, it ought to come from somewhere near the third rib: there ought to be a heart beating in it. A story that's all forehead doesn't amount to much.

That's when a woman finds herself--when she's in love. I don't care if she is old or fat or homely or prosy. She feels that little flutter under her ribs and she drops from the tree like a ripe plum.

There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love.

There's no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love.

The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can't.

There's a thin, blurry line between humor and tragedy.

Some loves have to be given up, others have to be forgotten. Strange as it may sound, if you think of me as a monster, but I can love most passionately. I do not think of myself as evil.

When you were in love you knew no fear or hatred.

I closed my eyes softly and fell in love with the way I remembered you: body, soul, and all.

She wiped the black spilling from her eyelashes onto her cheek, and in that moment, I wanted, I needed, for magic to exist. I wanted to peel back her lonely skin and feel her sadness stare straight into the blue inside my eyes. I wanted and I needed it to know, that I, I loved her too, and my god I, I would fight for her.

Our minds are full of things our hearts do not understand and that my love, is why the world is filled with so much chaos.

10th October 1877 I am in love! Her name is Drusilla MacAvoy. 15th October 1877 Too hasty by far! The MacAvoy woman was not for me. I am planning to kill myself, and if the remainder of these pages are blank anyone who comes across this diary will know I succeeded.

To love with all your heart, the heart must first be opened.