Quotes About Emotion

However heart-stopping his smile and however honest his eyes, however much I think of him as a boy fired to greatness by his own ambition, I cannot trust him.

He has such kind eyes." "Certainly he has eyes, but they do not have the power of emotion, only of sight.

I think my heart has broken, but I have offered the fragments to God.

It's such a pointless unhappiness. I am so tired of it. Sounds odd, doesn't it? But I am so tired of being unhappy

Svaki dan se budim i znam da ?u je vidjeti, a ipak joj ništa ne mogu šapnuti na uho niti joj dodirnuti ruku. Ne mogu je privoljeti da presko?i svoje sastanke, ne mogu je ukrasti iz društva drugih. Svaki je dan pozdravljam kao stranac i vidim bol u njezinim o?ima. Svaki dan je povrijedim svojom hladno?om, a ona mene uništava svojom.

we stood for a moment, handclasped in the warm sunshine, and I thought, like a lovesick girl: "This is heaven.

I have loved you for years," she cried after him. "I gave my womanhood to you. Tell me, in what way have I offended you? What have I ever done which was displeasing?

Because I love you desperately. Because I can't sleep for thinking of you. Because I burn up with desire for you. Because I dare not look at you, because if I did, every man and woman at court would sell at that in my eyes.

I can tell you my heart turned to stone at York," he says to me frankly. "Freezing cold wind and a rain that could cut through you, and the faces of the women like stone itself. They looked at me as if I had personally murdered their only son. You know what they're like—they love Richard as dearly as if he rode out only yesterday. Why do they do that? Why do they cling to him still?

I look up into his face and catch a glimpse of an emotion I never expected to see. His hazel eyes are warm, his mouth is tender. He looks like a man in love.

For a moment I did not even see the king, I saw only the two of us, bound to be each other's grief

Lyra marveled at the effect hope could have.

and if my heart isn't in my mouth it's because it knows its place

His face looked almost as gray as his suit, and the pouches beneath his eyes looked like little bags for holding all the sadness that his head couldn't hold.

I'll remember you acting crazy!

Now it was done. He was free of Xanth forever. Free to make his own life, without being ridiculed or mothered or tempted. Free to be himself. Bink put his face in his hands and cried.

Grief is not necessarily any prettier than death, and the grief-stricken do not wander like lambs grateful for the shepherd's guidance. They can be more like wounded wolves, snapping at those who would help them.

There is in every one of us, even those who seem to be most moderate, a type of desire that is terrible, wild, and lawless.

He whom loves touches not walks in darkness.

All learning has an emotional base.

Calligraphy is a geometry of the soul which manifests itself physically.

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.

To the degree that I cease to persue my deepest passions, I will gradually be controlled by my deepest fears.