Quotes About Emotion

People here believe in uncontrollable passion, in mad rages, and in the brusque inevitability of death.

Instead of joyfully looking forward to my birth, my mother began systematically preparing for her own death. She was fatalistic.

And the thought of that makes me want to open a vein, experience pain, know I'm alive, despite this living death.

Sensuality is the death of the soul.

Watching 'The Sound of Music' is like being beaten to death by a Hallmark card.

Death is death. Whether you die smiling or with tears in your eyes, it amounts to the same thing. A whole heap of nothing

Relationships are like a dance, with visible energy racing back and forth between the partners. Some relationships are the slow, dark dance of death.

Timor mortis conturbat me. The fear of death disturbs me.

When death comes too near, comedy and tragedy fall silent.

I'm scared to death that I'll never be afraid

Come on, Gypsy girl. I'm bleeding to death here, in case you haven't noticed. At least make it worth my while and kiss me before I die.

I don't think fear necessarily is a core human emotion, but I do think fear of death is something that is at the core of every person's existence.

Envy is not to be conquered but by death.

I took about a year to fully adjust. Like there's a death at the family or a divorce, you don't just snap your fingers and it's over.

Whose heart the accustom'd sight of death makes hard.

You get angry - death does that.

For a pure sense of being tumultuously alive, you can't beat the nasty side of existence.

Yes, that's what made my mother angry, no doubt about it. The ostentatious virility.

Su madre? Dónde, señor?" "Muerto." "Hoy?" "Sí. This morning. Questo auroro. Aurora?" Italian again. Italy again, the Via Veneto, the peaches, the girls!

had been most simple and most ordinary and therefore most terrible.

How do you have one eyes?" asked Rosa, gently rocking him to and fro. "Por qué?" "La guerra," he moaned. "It cry, glasseye?" "I told you, it wasn't cheap.

He did this despite its causing him to feel keenly not the presence he was seeking but rather the absence of one he'd never seen anywhere other than in photos

The authority of beauty is a very irrational thing.

Rascal Knockoff. I thought: Dostoyevsky fell in love with him.