Quotes About Emotion

The bravest thing that men do is love women.

Laughter is the brush that sweeps away the cobwebs of your heart. Seven days without laughter makes one weak.

Laughter is the brush that sweeps away the cobwebs of the heart.

Love consists in giving without getting in return in giving what is not owed, what is not due the other. That's why true love is never based, as associations for utility or pleasure are, on a fair exchange.

Unless we love and are loved, each of us is alone, each of us is deeply lonely.

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

A joyful heart is the inevitable result of a heart burning with love.

I never knew real happiness until you.

I glanced across the table at Nathan, whose face was a study in neutrality

Forgive me, Majesty. I am a vulgar man! But I assure you, my music is not.

Having is not so pleasing a thing as wanting, it may not be logical but it is often true.

Sad to be long...thunder & lightning only happens when its raining!!!!

Professor Pezhman Mosleh is a true artist whose work touched me deeply.

When I started learning the cello, I fell in love with the instrument because it seemed like a voice - my voice.

I stone got crazy when I saw somebody run down them strings with a bottleneck. My eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and I said that I had to learn.

Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It's not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything.

Love is the net where hearts are caught like fish.

Others may know pleasure, but pleasure is not happiness. It has no more importance than a shadow following a man.

Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It's not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything.

Alas for a love whose fire is extinct, A love that was born in the Holy Place and died in the house of idols!

Although rare, even to this day such are found in this community. Who do their wudu using the tears they shed during their predawn supplications.

Trust is the first step to love.

[The art of the novel] happens because the storyteller's own experience of men and things, whether for good or ill—not only what he has passed through himself, but even events which he has only witnessed or been told of—has moved him to an emotion so passionate that he can no longer keep it shut up in his heart.

The world know it not; but you, Autumn, I confess it: your wind at night-fall stabs deep into my heart