Quotes About Emotion

We slept, all six of us, beneath a wooden roof that let in the stars, warming one another, our legs intermingled. I dreamed: and in my dreams saw women. But my heart, stained with bloodshed, grated and brimmed over.

The very essence of literature is the war between emotion and intellect, between life and death. When literature becomes too intellectual - when it begins to ignore the passions, the emotions - it becomes sterile, silly, and actually without substance.

The very essence of literature is the war between emotion and intellect, between life and death. When literature becomes too intellectual -- when it begins to ignore the passions, the motions -- it becomes sterile, silly, and actually without substance.

Sometimes love is stronger than a man's convictions.

To act out of desperation is to act out of instinct. To let oneself get to that point however, is to ignore self-preservation.

A world without music is just a world full of noises that don't make sense.

El amor es algo sobre lo que no se puede influir, es algo que le llega a uno… sin motivo, sin comentarios y sin que uno se pueda resistir. Tal vez pase con el amor lo mismo que con la música: no se puede explicar, le llega a uno al corazón sin necesidad de palabras.

Ich sage kein einziges Wort. Mein Gesicht ist aus Glas und ich wünsche mir, dass sich jemand daran schneidet.

Memory is fiction. We select the brightest and the darkest, ignoring what we are ashamed of, and so embroider the broad tapestry of our lives.

thinking, as primary function, can readily pair with intuition as auxiliary, or indeed equally well with sensation, but…never with feeling.

Introverted feeling types have a wealth of warmth and enthusiasm, but they may not show it until they know someone well. They wear their warm side inside, like a fur-lined coat.

I looked on up to her eyes and held there steady, thinking pretty soon she'd look away, and then when I knew she wouldn't the silver thread our eyes were joined by began to hum like far-off bees. I felt my soul melt and flow out along it. I felt my heart melt and drip off my fingertips.

Dancing The Highest Intelligence in the Freest Body.

If I could tell you what it meant, there would be no point in dancing it

Movements are as eloquent as words.

I start with a tingle, a kind of feeling of the story I will write. Then come the characters, and they take over, they make the story.

Dance is the universal art, the common joy of expression. Those who cannot dance are imprisoned in their own ego and cannot live well with other people and the world. They have lost the tune of life. They only live in cold thinking. Their feelings are deeply repressed while they attach themselves forlornly to the earth.

No word is capable of carrying the impulses one wants to send with it

Do not say only to what a child can feel, for do you not recall how powerfully you experienced emotion as a child?"..."We do not cast childhood off like the skin of a snake. It remains within us, even as we grow. It is the heart and core of us

They ask me to write down all I remember of the Glory days. A hard thing, because there is so much of Sorrow in the telling.

That was what happened to laughter when you caged it. It became unbearably sad. It was worse than crying.

The only true love is love at first sight second sight dispels it.

Even in warmest glow how cold my shadow

On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting