Quotes About Emotion

Four lines on a white paper, a splash of blood, together that makes a beautiful memory.

Yet he loved, he wanted to live, he saw himself dying; that is enough to make a whole man. Il a aimé, pourtant, il a voulu vivre, il s'est vu mourir; cela suffit pour faire tout un homme.

Quieres creer en mí? Te querría entonces más que a mí mismo.

At the same time the music was drawn out, dilated, swelled like a waterspout. It filled the room with its metallic transparency, crushing our miserable time against the walls. I am in the music.

You know, it's quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness …. There is even a moment, right at the start, where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don't do it.

I love you enormously. I'm spending a little time away from you—quite absurd and contingent. I would so like to see you, my stubborn little thing, and tell you my stories and hold your hand. You are my love, you good little being. Far from you I measure the nothingness of the flesh, and I am not having much fun.

there is no such thing as a rational person. We are emotional creatures with some token capacity for reason.

Sentences live—they reach out, they move and breathe.

Writing is not about impressing; it is about expressing.

The beauty of God is in the wind, in the movement of the ocean, it is in the eyes of a woman gazing at her lover, pouring the deep red wine of love from her eyes like two crystal cups. There is a God who dances and who loves and who longs to sing of love...And I mean that God is music; all inclusive, benevolent and life-affirming, unashamed human emotion.

Aptal olma, o senin için ilk gördüÄŸün andan itibaren bir kalp aÄŸr?s?yd?...

I can feel you, without even seeing you.

A great finisher needs to keep a lid on his emotions

For the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupid— like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.

Me, feeling. What a concept.

It was almost enough to make me feel emotion.

Killing makes me feel good.

She really did like me, the idiot.

She looked up and ran her eyes over me, slowly, while I stood and wondered why. Had she forgotten what I looked like? But she finished with a big smile. She really did like me, the idiot.

Rather than see me or have me touch it again, it died.

If only I was capable of love, how I would have loved Harry.

I smiled at her, my most comforting, challenging, I'm-not-really-a-shark smile.

Deborah looked at me with a frown, and I frowned back. What Alana said made sense, of course, especially to someone untroubled by human feelings, like I used to be. It was clinically cold reasoning, serpentine but clear, and that certainly fit what we were coming to know about Alana. And yet—something was wrong with it, whether it was the way she said it or something else, I couldn't say; it didn't quite add up for me.

Blah. It was as stupid as it was embarrassing and enervating.