Quotes About Emotion

As much as he hated his lithium, here it was his friend. Leonard could feel the huge tide of sadness waiting to rush over him. But there was an invisible barrier keeping the full reality of it from touching him. It was like squeezing a baggie full of water and feeling all the properties of the liquid without getting wet.

le monde est émotion à l'état pur, allant et venant entre ses créatures.

La depresión no es algo de lo que uno se quita. No puedes desengancharte de la depresión. Depresión es como un moretón que nunca se te quita. Un moretón en la mente. Tienes que tener mucho cuidado de no tocarte donde duele. Pero está siempre ahí

By cutting off my hair I was punishing myself for loving someone so much.

To feel so much was its own justification.

It's a kind of fugue state, anyway, early sex.

A line from Barthes she remembered: Every lover is mad, we are told. But can we imagine a madman in love?

I was struck dumb by the sight of this beloved face working itself up into what looked like hatred.

A terrible thing happens when you water-ski. After you release the rope, you keep skimming over the water for a while, free. But there comes an inevitable moment when your speed fails to sustain your forward progress. The surface of the water breaks like glass. The depths open up to claim you. That was how I felt on land, watching the Object ski past. That same plunging, hopeless feeling, that emotional physics.

I remember the first time we took off our clothes in front of each other. It was like unwinding bandages. I was as much of a man as Olivia could bear at that point. I was her starter kit.

It had to do with Leonard. With how she felt about him and how she couldn't tell anyone. With how much she liked him and how little she knew about him. With how desperately she wanted to see him and how hard it was to do so.

Ugye, megmondtam, hogy a jó szerencsére mindig bánat jön!

She had the rectitude, Joe Hill Conley later said, of someone who had just come from weeping in the next room.

Emotion, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in sadness, joy, or regret. Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, the happiness that attends disaster. ...most of my emotions are hybrids. But not all. Some are pure and unadulterated. Jealousy, for instance.

None of my daughters lacked for any love. We had plenty of love in our house.

There are two fundamental reasons that drive all purchase decisions: People buy either to feel good or to solve a problem.

Since the striosomes receive projections primarily from the emotional centers of the limbic system and the matrisomes receive projections from the higher cognitive centers of the prefrontal cortex, together they provide the perfect mechanism of integrating the messages of the heart with those of the mind.

There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't.

I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech.

I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you.

I'm sitting opposite you in the bar, waiting for you to uncross your boundaries. I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech.

parting is such a sweet sorrow

Let's face it - there are a million guys who fulfill the basics: He makes you laugh, earns a good living, smart, blah, blah, blah, but, for me, it's the chemistry that matters.

It's weird how when you don't hang out with someone for a while and then you do again, you miss them. It's like you forget to miss them until they show up to remind you.