Quotes About Emotion

I have never loved any woman before. Now I love, and will love.

We are most alive when we're in love.

All love is betrayal, in that it flatters life. The loveless man is best armed.

Whatever men make, she says, what they felt when they made it is there...Man is a means for turning things into spirit and turning spirit into things.

It frightens him to think of her this way. It makes her seem, in terms of love, so vast.

Nobody belongs to us, except in memory." (Grandparenting [1994])

She had willed herself open to him and knew that the chemistry of love was all within her, her doing. Even his power to wound her with neglect was a power she had created and granted ...

I love you," he says, and the fact that he doesn't makes it true.

We love too late... Oh why, why may we never join hand to hand, or give back speech truly?

If you're telling me I'm not mature, that's one thing I don't cry over since as far as I can make out it's the same thing as being dead.

Rabbit wipes her chin and mouth with his handkerchief and, for weeks afterward, when all is lost, will take out this handkerchief and bury his nose in it, in its scarcely detectable smell of distant ocean.

It's five-sixths muscle memory, as you know. When muscle memory takes over, the heart can start to sing its song. Until then, you're stymied. You're just going through the motions.

Grief is about a broken heart, not a broken brain. All efforts to heal the heart with the head fail because the head is the wrong tool for the job. It's like trying to paint with a hammer—it only makes a mess.

He had, in odd ways, given it to every moment of his life, and had perhaps given it most fully when he was unaware of his giving. It was a passion neither of the mind nor of the flesh; rather, it was a force that comprehended them both, as if they were but the matter of love, its specific substance. To a woman or to a poem, it said simply: Look! I am alive.

He listened to his words fall as if from the mouth of another, and watched his father's face, which received those words as a stone receives the repeated blows of a fist.

I wish to be moved. I cannot feel in life. I must have others do it for me in theater.

If someone were to harm my family or a friend or somebody I love, I would eat them. I might end up in jail for 500 years, but I would eat them.

Music touches us emotionally, where words alone can't.

Some memories are meant for not to be said, either they are too Scary to tell, or we love them that much, that we can't explain those in oral words.

No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw or hold so fast as love can do with a twined thread.

We never know the love of the parent for the child till we become parents.

I come from an Italian family. One of the greatest and most profound expressions we would ever use in conversations or arguments was a slamming door. The slamming door was our punctuation mark.

Also, I would cry at the words 'I miss you' after I left my family

My family is the treasure. I thank them heartily but I can't say this seeing them face to face since I'm too shy haha.