Quotes About Emotion

Every day spent with you is like having a cesarean section.

Happiness is harder to put into words. It's also harder to source...

I think we've both seen this coming for a long… time. The only question left is… what are we going to do about it? Oh, baby, let's run wild.

Don't get me wrong, I wish them the best. I just don't feel the need to see them again.

the taste of warm rain; the smell of a baby; the din of a swollen river, rushing past her tree and onward to infinity.

Human memory, driven by emotional self-interest, goes to extraordinary lengths to provide evidence to back up whatever understanding of the world we have our hearts set on—however removed that may be from reality.

Tom Pellegrini suppresses an almost overwhelming desire to see this woman dragged into a police wagon and bounced over every pothole between here and headquarters.

No sé por qué me importaste tú cuando no me importaba ya nadie

Qué cerca está siempre el dolor del placer.

She was never certain how long she wept, and it didn't really matter. It wasn't something to be measured by clocks, cut up into minutes and seconds.

Without love, there can be no true marriage; with love, there can be nothing else.

overtures from a cold-blooded consideration of advantages to an emotional rejection based on their own bigotry. And if I've learned one thing over the years, it's that when it comes down to raw emotion against reason, emotion wins. *

if I've learned one thing over the years, it's that when it comes down to raw emotion against reason, emotion wins.

Art is the act of triggering deep memories of what it means to be fully human.

The price of our vitality is the sum of all our fears

His eyes touched lightly, and passed on.

Loneliness is a kind of suffering you can alleviate. It's not something you have to endure, like grief.

We don't fall in love, we fall in lust. We ascend to love.

True Love Isn't Hearts & Flowers. It's Blood & Guts & Bouquets Of Barbed Wire

No one can grant you happiness. Happiness is a choice we all have the power to make.

His blue eyes were seas where sorrow sailed.

I fell in love with her for her sense of humour. If she ever lost her sense of humour, I would have to dump her. Then I'd kill myself because I couldn't live without her.

How passionately we love everything that cannot last: the dazzling crystallory of winter, the spring in bloom, the fragile flight of butterflies, crimson sunsets, a kiss, and life.

Not an insult sweetie. That was a thirteen word kiss.