Quotes About Emotion

the "mindfulness" of Buddhism — can play in the process. Recognizing the emotion at the very moment it forms, understanding that it is but a thought, devoid of intrinsic existence, and allowing it to dissipate spontaneously so as to avoid the chain reaction it would normally unleash are all at the heart of Buddhist contemplative practice.

Dictionaries define love as "the inclination of one person for another" (Larousse), or as a "strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties" (Merriam-Webster).

marveling yet again at the way the very same things that cause him to grind his teeth-with a different lens, a tighter focus, better lighting-look like love.

He touched her and found fire. Tasted her and found life.

Somehow, by holding hands you can carry on a conversation without talking.

The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.

it is no great task to remember people--the challenge is in forgetting them and allowing one's self to -go on-. [Édouard Manet]

I knew it was beautiful, but knowing something is beautiful and caring about it are two very different things, and I didn't care.

She forced herself to hold his gaze. Why couldn't she stop caring? Why did her belly still flutter with anticipation at his presence? Clint took a step toward her. "Are you certain about this, Mattie?" he asked, his voice low and intense.

If they do anything to hurt you," he growled fiercely, "I will come back and burn this place to the ground." "Quentin!" Georgina gasped in shock. "Don't talk like that!

His eyes flashed. "Don't be. I meant what I said about setting this muthafucka ablaze if anyone hurts my mama." Lexi gasped. "Q!

down to her for a deep, openmouthed kiss flavored with her taste. He groaned hoarsely, sweeping

It is not reason that gives us our moral orientation, it is sensitivity.

Litigation can become as great a passion as gambling.

The Grand Master felt surging within him one of those half-crazy rages which had so often come upon him in his prison, making him shout aloud and beat the walls. He felt that he was upon the point of committing some violent and terrible act – he did not know exactly what – but he felt the impulse to do something.

Gracias, Señor, Dios mío, por haberme dejado el odio. Es la única fuerza que me sostiene.

El corazón le pesaba dentro del pecho y ni siquiera notaba cómo la cera goteaba en su mano.

it is that such of us as have loved deeply have learnt many secrets that are unknown to others; for thousands and thousands of things quiver in silence on the lips of true friendship and love, that are not to be found in the silence of other lips, to which friendship and love are unknown. …

If I tell some one that I love him – as I may have told a hundred others – my words will convey nothing to him; but the silence which will ensue, if I do indeed love him, will make clear in what depths lie the roots of my love, and will in its turn give birth to a conviction, that shall itself be silent; and in the course of a lifetime, this silence and this conviction will never again be the same. …

I believe that poems die the moment they are outwardly expressed.

The subject is not so much the intelligent subject as the desiring subject.

The first word...translates an affective state.

Love is clairvoyant; it addresses us precisely to what is able to tear us apart.

Traumatic experience does not survive as a representation in the mode of objective consciousness and as a 'dated' moment; it is of its essence to survive only as a manner of being and with a certain degree of generality.