Quotes About Emotion

he could see now that it was possible; that someone might be in so much pain they couldn't even hear what anyone else said, far less be comforted by it.

I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. I feel - everything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire.-

There is a world of communication which is not dependent on words.

A baby is something you carry inside you for nine months, in your arms for three years, and in your heart until the day you die.

What's the use of falling in love if you both remain inertly as you were?

Women remember. Our bodies remember. Every part of us remembers that has ever happened. Every touch, every feel, everything is there in our skin, ready to be awakened, revived.

Love cannot survive if you just give it scraps of yourself, scraps of your time, scraps of your thoughts.

I looked her dead in the eyes. Her face changed. If I could have chosen for her to be crying than pull that face again, I would let her drown in her own tears.

Great anguish lies in wait for those who long too greatly.

Am I beautiful? It is for you alone. Say that you love me, for without you I cannot live.

Is he weeping?" said the one with the softest heart.

I said, 'We have dreamed, dear friend. Another time, we might awaken. Let it be a dream forgotten at morning.' That seemed a better way of saying it than, 'Never remind me of this, for fear I should stick a knife in you.

For I had felt too much and reasoned too little, hearing what I was ready to hear, not what had been said. There

You may think I have been rather quick to decide I am in love. But he is a clear kind of person, about whom one has to think clearly.

Algunas veces piensas una cosa pero tardas algo más en sentirla.

Often in those two months I said to myself, If I live, I will wipe this time from my mind; I cannot even bear the memory. Yet now I turn to it. He is gone; and all times when he was there seem like lost riches.

One might have supposed that the true act of love was to lie together and talk.

I saw death come for you, and I had no philosophy.

It is the mind that speaks a woman's heart, not the vaginal walls.

Her eyes filled. "He forgot my birthday, two weeks ago," she said. "It was the first one he had ever forgotten, in nineteen of them." Nineteen! Nineteen from thirty-five leaves sixteen!

I stirred my tea angrily.

If your teachers suggest that your poems are sentimental, that is only half of it. Your poems probably need to be even more sentimental. Don't be less of a flower, but could you be more of a stone at the same time?

bright sunlight can also be very sad have you noticed?

The quickest thing to turn to hate is love betrayed.