Quotes About Emotion

because for pain to be felt there must be a living presence – a me – to feel it.

The love of a person never disappears,' he said softly. 'Even if they might. We have memories, you see, Amelia. Love never dies. We love someone and they love us back and that love is stored and it protects us. It is bigger than life and it doesn't end with life. It stays inside us. They stay inside us. inside our hearts.

Sometimes just the sight of a tree or sunset can smack you with the power of every tree or sunset you have ever seen

I wish I were a rose...that you might wear me for a buttonhole bouquet on your journey. But I wonder...would you throw the rose away when it faded?

He recognized the perverse mix of anger and glee in his father's voice and knew that something he enjoyed was about to be irrevocably spoiled.

With women the heart argues, not the mind.

How thick the bursts come crowding through the leaves! Again thou hearest? Eternal passion! Eternal pain!

When Byron's eyes were shut in death, We bow'd our head and held our breath. He taught us little: but our soul Had felt him like the thunder's roll.

Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive and wisely effective mode of saying things, and hence its importance.

Alas! is even love too weak To unlock the heart, and let it speak?

Round me too the night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade. I see her veil draw soft across the day, I feel her slowly chilling breath invade The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with grey; I feel her finger light Laid pausefully upon life's headlong train; -- The foot less prompt to meet the morning dew, The heart less bounding at emotion new, And hope, once crush'd, less quick to spring again.

Poetry is simply the most beautiful, impressive, and widely effective mode of saying things.

For poetry the idea is everything; the rest is a world of illusion, of divine illusion. Poetry attaches its emotion to the idea; the idea is the fact. The strongest part of our religion today is its unconscious poetry.

The true meaning of religion is thus not simply morality, but morality touched by emotion.

Love could be a weakness. But it could also be a strength. Love coupled with hate formed a perfect whole. The yin and yang of his new being. An

When I hear people fondly recalling their past, I hear Death sharpening his knives.

Avarice is the sphincter of the heart.

The loser is here supposed to be a woman, who will more passionately grieve for her loss, and rejoice in finding what she had lost, than perhaps a man would do, and therefore it the better serves the purpose of the parable. She

Tears of tenderness and affection are no disparagement at all, even to great and wise men.

Somehow, when a person you like reads your poem and says they like it, the poem seems all fresh and new afterwards. I wonder why?

We're all damaged. Every single beautiful, stupid, precious one of us. Damaged, damaged, damaged.

Love is always partly a misunderstanding';

I hooked up with director Jacques Audiard for this film called 'Rust &amp Bone' with Marion Cotillard. I loved that experience so much I'm truly sad that it's over!

Instead of turning your attention to the "target," simply stare attentively at the emotion itself. You will see that it cannot sustain itself and soon runs out of steam.