Quotes About Emotion

The worst kind of hurt is Betrayal, because it means someone was willing to hurt you, just to make themselves feel better.

Honestly, I'm scared that you'll get bored of me.

Pain makes you stronger, fear makes you braver, heart break makes you wiser.

I woke up when I was 14 and went to speak to my mother and scared us both to death.

I felt I was beating a rainbow to death

Art is our defense against hysteria and death.

The Irish have a flair for wringing from death the last drop of emotion and they do not quite understand those who react otherwise.

You know, I just don't believe that art is supposed to make sense. I really don't think it's supposed to be analyzed to death. It's left to the listener or looker to get what they can get from it.

Death had no lips, but it was smiling

The eunuch had looked death in the face, so near he might have kissed her on the lips.

We should all live as if we were never going to die, for it is the deaths of our friends that hurt us, not our own.

Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones!

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch Which hurts and is desired.

Pain, unless it is physical, was sold to you (by your culture).

She let herself fall backwards into the music, and it was like falling in a dream, without fear.It was like being a raindrop falling into the ocean that had started you.

Death had touched her, hurt her, and left her to deal with its disagreeable aftermath.

Teddy shuddered. The idea of the sublime little bird being plucked from the sky, of its exquisite song being interrupted in full flight, was horrible to him.

I remembered screaming then, screaming until my voice stopped.

A man dies and his skin loses heat like the sand on a summer evening. It makes you feel like warming him up.

Dying is an art.Like everything else, I do it exceptionally well.I do it so it feels like hell.I do it so it feels real.I guess you could say I have a call.

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

Cada suspiro es como un sorbo de vida del que uno se deshace.

And then his noise falls completely silent-And he stops struggling-And looking right into my eyes-He dies.My Todd dies.

I don't say goodbye very easily, Anna. Not gracefully or prettily.Goodbye tears your heart out and leaves it a feast for carrion birds who happen by.