Quotes About Emotion

A song says something to us that we can't hear in any other way. There is a kind of magic to it. Music does not simply soothe the savage breast, it reaches to our better nature, wouldn't we all agree?

Remembered joy is twice sweet.

I didn't know why it made my heart sing loud to itself that a stranger thought I was a boy. It just did. Made me feel like he could look inside me and see some part of the truth of me in there. But it did make me inexplicably sad that a stranger could see me, and my own family could not.

Zaborav sve le?i, a pesma je najlepši na?in zaborava, jer u pesmi se ?ovek se?a samo onoga što voli.

Sadness is also a kind of defence.

In this world love has no color yet how deeply my body is stained by yours.

Even when a river of tears courses through this body, the flame of love cannot be quenched.

Even if I now saw you only once, I would long for you through worlds, worlds.

Although the cricket's song has no words, still, it sounds like sorrow.

Life without passion is a poor thing.

Toen fotograferen nog iets bijzonders was en een afdruk relatief duur lachte iedereen die op de foto ging. Alsof de foto zo meer waard werd.

Don't bury it, use it. Don't keep it in, give it away. Don't turn that love in, turn that love out.

Fiction will always be my greatest love, with poetry close behind.

What I loved about the original trilogy is how real it felt. I still to this moment can't believe how it felt to look at the desert of what was supposed to be Tatooine and seeing these two droids walking along and no fantasy genre film had ever, in my experience, looked like that before. And suddenly this was real.

I've always liked working on stories that combine people who are relatable with something insane.

I love recording music.

And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.

And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off? Or pretending? He let them fall.

Every now and then I read a poem that does touch something in me, but I never turn to poetry for solace or pleasure in the way that I throw myself into prose.

Death obsesses me, yes it does. I can't really understand why it doesn't obsess everyone - I think it does really, I'm just a little more out about it.

Ah, music. A magic beyond all we do here

Amar es dar lo que no se tiene

Happiness is distraction from the human tragedy.

It was, to reiterate, to stress, to accentuate the point, to leave no doubt, hot.