Quotes About Emotion

You cannot grow a beard in a moment of passion.

Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.

When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That's relativity.

There is no sadder sight than a young pessimist.

I love Mickey Mouse more than any woman I have ever known.

A James Cagney love scene is one where he lets the other guy live.

Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this. Men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.

Women do cry, sometimes meek and submissive. But once ignited or motivated; they are a lot stronger than men.

I might be weak at heart but I'm not gonna let it tear me apart...

There is no weapon in the feminine armory to which men are so vulnerable as they are to a smile.

Thus saith the LORD of hosts, Consider ye, and call for the mourning women, that they may come; and send for cunning women, that they may come: And let them make haste, and take up a wailing for us, that our eyes may run down with tears, and our eyelids gush out with waters.

One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love - any love - reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.

Sex is two plus two making five, rather than four. Sex is the X ingredient that you can't define, and it's that X ingredient between two people that make both a man and a woman good in bed. It's all relative. There are no rules.

I think no woman I have had ever gave me so sweet a moment, or at so light a price, as the moment I owe to a newly heard musical phrase.

When a man and a woman die, as poets sung, His heart's the last part moves, her last, the tongue.

I'm a sensitive guy. If you are a woman and you're in any kind of emotional duress and you write a song about it, I'll buy you album.

Nothing is sooner dry than a woman's tears.

No one ever kills himself for the love of a woman, but because love - any love - reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.

When love once pleads admission to our hearts, In spite of all the virtue we can boast, The woman that deliberates is lost.

Metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.

A woman has two smiles that an angel might envy, the smile that accepts a lover before words are uttered, and the smile that lights on the first born babe, and assures it of a mother's love.

To be able to throw one's self away for the sake of a moment, to be able to sacrifice years for a woman's smile - that is happiness.

For a woman there is nothing more erotic than being understood.

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence.