Quotes About Emotion

You say you want to talk, But you don't . You stonewall me.

Nostalgia is a luxury.

Between propriety and joy choose joy.

He traced the genealogy of the feeling.

Here lie a man and a woman. The man is more beautiful than the woman. And for this reason there have been times when the woman has feared that she loves the man more than he loves her. He has always denied this.

I wanted to love and to be loved.

Happy is the novelist," claims Nabokov, "who manages to preserve an actual love letter that he received when he was young within a work of fiction, embedded in it like a clean bullet in flabby flesh and quite secure there, among spurious lives.

How is it possible to hate something so completely and then suddenly love it so unreasonably?

Time is not what it is but how it is felt...

He had not seen her since that afternoon. And with the miracle that is male compartmentalization he had barely thought of her either.

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It hurts just as much as it is worth.

An emotional overcoming, disconcertingly distant from happiness, more like joy—if joy is the recognition of an almost intolerable beauty. It's not a very civilized emotion.

It struck Natalie that she was no longer crying or shaking, and that dread was the hardest emotion in the world to hold on to for more than a moment.

she made you feel that just being in this moment, doing this thing, was the most important and marvellous possibility for you.

but to create a real feeling—made

And she had not paid a high price. Only love. Just love. And whatever Corinthians might say, love is not such a hard thing to forfeit, not if you've never really felt it. She did not love Archie, but had made up her mind, from that first moment on the steps, to devote herself to him if he would take her away.

I read this line about love: Without it, life is just 'doing time' I don't think she intended by this only romantic love, or familial love or really any kind of love in particular. At least, I read it in the Platonic sense: Love with a capital L, and ideal form and essential part of the universe.

How long that song seemed—longer than life.

A different kind of history from my mother's, the kind that is barely written down—that is felt.

but that coldness stopped up the sentence in my mouth. "What

Was it wrong to hope to be happy?

although entrapment in this case was only another word for love.

It had to do with emotion. Whatever I was feeling I was able to express very clearly, I could "put it over.