Quotes About Emotion

If you've not been loved as a child, you don't know how to love a child.

Jei vaikyst?je tav?s nemyl?jo, tu nemok?si myl?ti vaiko. Meil? reikia patirti anks?iau. Gali ?skaudinti iš nežinojimo.

Words can be said in bitterness and anger, and often there seems to be an element of truth in the nastiness. And words don't go away, they just echo around.

Life, Steffi has learned, carries on around the pain, making room for it, absorbing it until it becomes part of the daily fabric, wrapping itself around you and lodging itself in your heart.

Her mother was fine. Her mother was always fine. Fine was her way of saying she didn't exist.

I'd forgotten how your blood flows toward a person when they move, so that all at once, you know what the pull of gravity feels like. And you know that this is something strong and important, something that you need for life, this woman moving through the room.

I heard the phrases and I wanted all of me to call out in a song, a song that doesn't have words, a song that almost doesn't have noise. A lot of people take a short cut and call that feeling of song love. They just call it that because there isn't a way to describe it. But the word love doesn't describe the half of it. It doesn't do anything to bring to mind the song we all want so desperately to sing.

I had forgotten what it was like, to be drawn to a person...I'd forgotten how your blood flows toward a person when they move, so that all at once you know what the pull of gravity feels like. and you know that this is something strong and important, something that you need for life, this woman moving through the room.

I whisper, losing myself in my native language as I sing her praises. Her beauty and innocence slay me, and my voice is hoarse with the effort of holding back. "Ty takaya krasivaya. Takoy nevinnyy," I murmur. You're so beautiful. So innocent

We are all the product of our past and have to live with our memories and personality they cannot be erased.

as some strings, untouched, sound when no one is speaking. So it was when love slipped inside us.

The Promise" Stay, I said to the cut flowers. They bowed their heads lower. Stay, I said to the spider, who fled. Stay, leaf. It reddened, embarrassed for me and itself. Stay, I said to my body. It sat as a dog does, obedient for a moment, soon starting to tremble. Stay, to the earth of riverine valley meadows, of fossiled escarpments, of limestone and sandstone. It looked back with a changing expression, in silence. Stay, I said to my loves. Each answered, Always.

Perimeter is not meaning, but it changes meaning,/as wit increases distance, and compassion erodes it.

He wanted his daughter's happiness more than anything but he saw that she was not destined primarily for happiness. She was too complicated for happiness.

I love you more than I hate cars, so I decided I'd try to face my fears and take some risks.

He studied her flushed face. Last night she'd been pale like porcelain, a creamy alabaster, but tonight she burned. She glowed. Her dark blue eyes shone, her cheeks flushed a hot feverish pink. She needed a firm hand. She could use a calming hand. How convenient. He had two.

Lips move; lips touch; lips signal. Lips are on the outside for show, and on the most secret inside of your mouth. Lips frame words that lie. Lips frame a hole that wants to be filled.

turn towards evil had come," she wrote, after hearing her brother damn the United States and the "falsely" elected president. It was

Respect and fear are two different things.

She could feel the emotion in the place pressing up against the walls, all eyes alert, hearts beating as one, the sense that everyone there was part of something bigger than themselves. That was a powerful emotion. It was the emotion that the Third Reich relied on. It was the kind of emotion that could move mountains.

If she wanted him to stop, she'd have to say so soon because she was driving him up so fast he felt like a comet flaming in the heat of her atmosphere.

I personally think we developed language because of our deep inner need to complain.

The mountains were so wild and so stark and so very beautiful that I wanted to cry. I breathed in another wonderful moment to keep safe in my heart.

I think of the irony that in our language [Nepali] the word for love can also mean deceit.