Quotes About Emotion

here it was again, clamping down upon his spirit, drying up his mouth, fluttering like an imprisoned bird in his bosom.

hatred is a terrible thing. Hatred hurts the hater far more than its object.

was a good mother to her three children, but there was no vitality in her. She died — if not of a broken heart, of a bruised one — when her youngest child, a daughter, was eight years old.

Love isn't warmth and coiness; it's fire and glory!

She turned and leant upon the wall. She did not want to show him her face. It was the sort of face that expressed its owner's feelings much too openly. If Bel were happy, if she were sad, if she received a sudden shock it was written in her face for all the world to see. She had often wished for a "poker face" but never more than now.

The tragedy is when you've got sex in the head instead of down where it belongs.

Nobody knows you. You don't know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?

I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze." ( Letter to Cynthia Asquith , November 1913)

Siry answered with one simple, shattering word. "Veelox.

I love you Mark..." Courtney, PoR. I love you too Courtney..." Mark, PoR.

The moment. I think back on it. A lot. It's like revisiting a favorite place. A place you wish you could go to again. But I can't because that place doesn't exist anymore, except in my memory.

Hope is a fragile emotion, my friend. It isn't real. It exists only in the imagination. If you believe there is hope, there is hope. If you don't believe there is hope, there isn't.

But understanding that in my head, and accepting it in my heart are two different things.

He understood why she kept him away, why they had connected so strongly, why he couldn't forget her. None of this made sense in traditional terms. This wasn't something he could share with anyone. This was his truth. This was something he knew inherently to be true. He understood this in his soul.

You really couldn't do a PG version of 'Crossfire!' It just wouldn't work.

I have a lot of favorite songs. One of them is Lyle Lovett's version of 'If I Needed You.'

I tried to write about my first marriage in a fictional version but got two pages into it and realised it was too personal. Then I came up with an old-fashioned love triangle, which became the plot for 'Ralph's Party.'

One of the first albums I can remember hearing was a Supertramp best of, with mostly 'Breakfast in America' songs on it. It's kind of the same thing as the Flaming Lips, where there are these really melancholy lyrics and melodies, yet it's extremely uplifting. They're like a nonfuturistic version of the Flaming Lips.

I don't think most books can be justifiably translated on screen. The film versions can't convey the right emotion, fuel your imagination or allow you to visualise every line the way books do.

I don't hold any candle for drama versus comedy.

I was the type of person that would show a PowerPoint presentation about why I should do something versus crying and screaming over it.

I think it's always interesting how music means different things to different people, and people who overthink it are looking to in some ways show off with music, versus people who just respond to a song and decide to sing it.

I always loved when James Stewart did roles that were not so dialogue-based, like 'Vertigo.'

It gives me vertigo to watch TV dramas.