Quotes About Emotion

It is impossible to be a mathematician without being a poet in soul.

Whatever doubt might rise, he knew that he was right. But the rightness was an intellectual rightness and the doubt emotional.

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He sank his head in his hand to blot out the light. For the first time in his life he suffered from more than a personal sense of loss. He suffered because others suffered.

What do you want from me? Revenge? Sorry—we're all out of revenge today!

It was Salvador Dalí who said the red wine of Cadaqués has the bitter taste of tears.

Love smells of moonlight and old photographs. Love is the sound of your name being called by your lover.

Love is a word the English don't use except when they talk about their horses and dogs.

All love as all life is cliché until you look beyond the obvious, until you look for what's hidden within what's displayed.

Mood is the basic ingredient of love.

A novel without romance is like a car without an engine, love is the fuel.

Being liked can only be ephemeral. Being loved can be everlasting.

The pitch of life is like music. You go too high, it is thrilling; you go too low, it drains.

An elementary pupil was asked by the teacher what to give her mother on Mothers' Day. She said, My name... because my mother never saw or knew me after giving birth to me.

It grows inside you, poisonous and festering, and it tells you its name is Pride, but it's a liar. Its name is Hate.

One's first book, kiss, home run, is always the best.

Don't be afraid of poetry.

Shut your fucking face.

Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we're opened, we're red.

Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we're opened, we're red.

Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love

No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering.

Did I say that she was beautiful? I was wrong. Beauty is too tame a notion; it evokes only faces in magazines. A lovely eloquence, a calming symmetry; none of that describes this woman's face. So perhaps I should assume I cannot do it justice with words. Suffice it to say that it would break your heart to see her; and it would mend what was broken in the same moment; and you would be twice what you'd been before.

I've learned two things in my life. One that love is the beginning and end of all meaning. And two that it is the same thing whatever shape our souls have taken on this journey. Love is love. Is love.