Quotes About Emotion

Loving you was the most exquisite form of self destruction

You still can't see it and it's right in front of your eyes. It's the reason we're gathered here. The only reason we're here is because of the ones we loved. That the line that held us.

When someone dies, the relationship doesn't die with them.

Life gives us pain. Our job is to experience it when it gets handed to us. Avoidance of loss has a cost.

The blossoms fall just once each winter, yet in our memories, they fall every day.

Just think if life could be like that sometimes... If joy could express itself with the same force as pain.

Gut feeling is often a better tool than all the psychological theories in the world.

People are so unnecessarily negative about envy. It really ought to be struck off the list of deadly sins.

You could probably call the whole thing an ordinary love story.

That our enthusiasms and passions are an important part of our personality and if you take them away you remove something very fundamental.

He might be quick to smile and adept at handing out compliments, but his smile never reached his eyes.

Sex, my darling, is often the least important part of a passion. You'll learn that when you get older. - Maria Luisa (Tushi) Strauss

You want a hero in the music world? James Brown. He brought a feeling to music without really using words. He's just famous for his sound.

How like a winter has been my hard spring away from you, my harp. --Psalm

the best poems are those in which the author avoids concealment and obfuscation, and the truth of that person, eccentric, vulnerable, and brilliant, bears itself out in a sound heretofore unheard.

I'm on decaf now. What I miss most is the road rage.

Singing in the rain. I'm singing in the rain. And it's such a fucking glorious feeling.

I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.

Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.

Can the memory of love be worth more than its presence and reality?

Just as blue is delicate and mysterious, yellow clear and unsubtle, and red sanguine and passionate, so he felt ulfire to be wild and painful, and jale dreamlike, feverish, and voluptuous.

In one of Updike's stories about Henry Bech, someone tells the novelist that his books "are weeping, but there are no tears." "Troubling Love" is soggy with tears — and the blank mood that follows a good long cry — but you can't isolate the source of the weeping.

We find human faces in the moon, armies in the clouds; and by a natural propensity, if not corrected by experience and reflection, ascribe malice or good-will to every thing, that hurts or pleases us. Hence … in poetry … trees, mountains, and streams are personified, and the inanimate parts of nature acquire sentiment and passion.

I feel surpris'd at my own composure," he noted, "and am more disposed to impute it to despair than resignation.