Quotes About Emotion

Tell yourself you're dead, the way Matt does, so the past can't hurt you.

She'd drawn the moment of her death. No. NO. She'd DRAWN herself to death.

May it always cost the head as long as it does not cost the heart

One would think of a boy laying syllables with his tongue onto a woman's skin: those are lines sewn entirely of silence.

All that is musical in us is memory.

Love is always a big deal.

Without love--what are we, what have we? Throughout the world, absolute certainty, righteousness, and outrage have completely displaced love and compassion. So, although we all know that we are right, where are we without love?

Srce mi je teško poput kamenih blokova stepenica.

We needed no Shakespeare to feel -- though, perhaps, like the rest of the world, we needed him to express it.

Anger is never without an argument, but seldom with a good one.

I really think this is why people have faces, to hide their souls. Has to be, or every street… would be a passage through hell.

Ausdruck ist Wahn

For in his presence I grow silent, because the smallest words — yes, now, well, and, but, then, oh! — are so loaded, coming from me to him they have a hundred times their meaning

Och som vanligt när han berömde mig blev jag varm i hela kroppen; en stark, svindlande känsla, som en berusning. Gud, Gud, jag existerar!

You don't really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around — and why his parents will always wave back. ~ William D. Tammeus

Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured." ? Mark Twain

He'd been a good man, but she understood the difference between the kind of love a woman was simply taken over by and the kind she chose in a rational decision.

Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame." – Henry David Thoreau

Under his appreciative gaze, she felt beautiful. Powerful in the way a woman feels when a man looks at her with desire in his eyes.

After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs. – Emily Dickinson

You find him disgusting with his thick mouth and ugly body and wet appealing eyes. You think he's disgusting and you're afraid.

To feel. To trust the feeling. I long for that

Occasionally I sense an insane wail deep down in the pit, the echo alone reaching me, striking without warning, a child weeping uninhibitedly, imprisoned forever.

You know I feel such tenderness for you. It's difficult to bear. I don't know what to do with my tenderness.