Quotes About Emotion

A modern man, I do not make undue connections though my heart wrenches daily against the unknowable, almighty throb and heave of the universe against my skin that sings a song for which we haven't quite found the words.

He waved before she could respond, turning and walking out the door where a guard waited. In her throat a sob married a scream and became nothing.

Our hearts, like sails on a ship, are not designed to grasp the why and the where. Our hearts are designed to do one thing—respond.

True love is a tiny pearl, easily imagined and easily lost.

If you don't feel any connection to the ocean, then ask yourself why your tears, blood and saliva contain about the same percentage of salt.

I'll never look into your eyes again

Blues is easy to play, but hard to feel

Music is a safe kind of high

People loved to see him come, and they were sad to see him go.

Love is not a feeling; it's a decision. It's not something you experience; it's something you choose to do. It's not an emotion; it's an ability. It's not something that happens to you; it's something you nurture and orchestrate and develop.

Our love is fleeting and fickle. It is based more on emotion than determination. It is almost always conditional and undependable, and can change as often as the tides.

I love you, Kenneth said, with terrible dispassion, but I would not burn the Library of Alexandria for you; and Anita, drily sobbing, cried, You son of a bitch.

Aqui digo: que se teme por amor; mas que, por amor, também, é que a coragem se faz.

O que lembro, tenho.

O amor só mente para dizer maior verdade.

Eles se disseram, assim eles dois, coisas grandes em palavras pequenas, ti a mim, me a ti, e tanto. Contudo, e felizes, alguma outra coisa se agitava neles, confusa - assim rosa-amor-espinhos-saudade.

Todo amor não é uma espécie de comparação?

acho que o sentir da gente volteia, mas em certos modos, rodando em si mas por regras. O prazer muito vira medo, o medo vai vira ódio, o ódio vira esses desesperos? — desespero é bom que vire a maior tristeza, constante então para o um amor — quanta saudade... —; aí, outra esperança já vem...

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

love is fire. but whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house,you can never tell.

Learn to breathe, learn to speak , but first ..learn to feel

Love is a fire. But whether it's going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell.

Grief is different. Grief has no distance. Grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the knees and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life.

I wanted to get the tears out of the way so I could act sensibly.