Quotes About Emotion

Grief is a form of validation; it says the wound mattered. It mattered. You mattered.

For above all else, the Christian life is a love affair of the heart.

Life is a hypocrite if I can't live The way it moves me!

Sorrow is not a stranger to any of us, though only a few have learned that is is not our enemy either.

Just those three words, said and meant. I love you. They were quite hopeless. He said it as he might have said, I have cancer. His fairy story.

Art's cruel. You can get away with murder with words. But a picture is like a window straight through to your inmost heart.

I mean I never feel I feel what I ought to feel.

I'm only happy when I forget to exist. When just my eyes or my ears or my skin exist.

Ask me to marry you. Will you marry me? No.

The two of us in that room. No past, no future. All intense deep that-time-only. A feeling that everything must end, the music, ourselves, the moon, everything. That if you get to the heart of things you find sadness for ever and ever, everywhere; but a beautiful silver sadness, like a Christ face.

Between skin and skin there is only light. And there was my poetry.

I had got away from what I hated, but I hadn't found where I loved, and so I pretended that there was nowhere to love.

I want to tell you what's really happened. Not now. Please not now. Whatever's happened, come and make love to me. And we did make love; not sex, but love; though sex would have been so much wiser.

When she went out she used to wear a lot of eye shadow, which married with the sulky way she sometimes held her mouth to give her a characteristic bruised look; a look that subtly made one want to bruise her more.

The silence was terrible then, as tense as a bridge about to break, a tower to fall; unedurable in its emotion, its truth bursting to be spoken.

She argued. She cried. She took my faltering, my tortured refusals for something far finer than they really were. At the end of the afternoon, before we left the wood, and with a solemnity and sincerity, a complete dedication of herself that I cannot describe to you because such unconditional promising is another extinct mystery...she said, Whatever happens I shall never marry anyone but you.

Just those three words, said and meant.I love you.

A look I shall never forget, because it was almost one of hatred, and hatred in her face was like spite in the Virgen Mary's; it reversed the entire order of nature.

I know I can't do things like love by halves, I know I have love pent up in me, I shall throw myself away, lose my heart and my body and my mind and soul to some cad like G.P. Who'll betray me. I feel it.

I hate beyond hate.

If you feel something deeply, you're not ashamed to show your feeling.

Then she did something as strange, as shocking, as if she had thrown off her clothes. She smiled.

a beautiful silver sadness, like a Christ face.

Let those love now who've never loved; let those who've loved, love yet again.