Quotes About Emotion

Thus while he spake, each passion dimm'd his face   Thrice chang'd with pale, ire, envie and despair,   Which marrd his borrow'd visage, and betraid   Him counterfet, if any eye beheld.

Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew Iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.

Soft words to his fierce passion she assayed

In goodness and in power pre-eminent. Tell me how may I know him, how adore,? From whom I have that thus I move and live, And feel that I am happier than I know.

Thus saying, from her husband's hand her hand Soft she withdrew

Trauma occurs when something happens that's too horrible for your brain to deal with, so you just store it away. Over time, the horrible thing, which is still there, starts coming out in a variety of ugly ways, causing mental problems that you don't even associate with the trauma because it happened so long ago.

I am learning to live close to the lives of my friends without ever seeing them. No miles of any measurement can separate your soul from mine.

In drying plants, botanists often dry themselves. Dry words and dry facts will not fire hearts.

Let the flame of anger free you of all falsity.

The human heart is a theater of longing.

Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is, and I didn't know this either, but love don't make things nice - it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and *die*. The storybooks are *bullshit*. Now I want you to come upstairs with me and *get* in my bed!

Logic is often cast aside, when fear and superstition run unchecked,' my friend said.

Man is a rational animal who always loses his temper when he is called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason. —OSCAR WILDE

Is she dead, Mr. Stone Fox? Is she dead?" little Willy asked, looking up at Stone Fox with his one good eye.

All great art is praise.

Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity.

we shall be led as much to the street and the cottage as to the temple and the tower; and shall be more interested in buildings raised by feeling

Her voice was stark as a winter crow.

bleeding heavily, her eyes flat with

with a smile. Bowden turned away from him and

He's not interested in Letty," Weather had declared. "Okay," Lucas said. "How about in you?" "Don't be absurd," she'd said, ostentatiously checking her hair in the mirror.

You got me all choked up, Johnson," Virgil said. "I'll make a note about it, you know, needing to kill somebody.

Would it be an ideologue or a lover?

I despise you and I love you, you who are my damnation and salvation both.