Quotes About Emotion

The Highest Thought is always that thought which contains joy. The Clearest Words are those words which contain truth. The Grandest Feeling is that feeling which you call love.

If you carry joy in your heart, you can heal any moment

Poetry has to do with the non-rational parts of man. For a poet, a human being is a mystery… this is a religious feeling. OCTAVIO PAZ

I've never tried to be what I'm not. I am what I am: raggedy, over-the-top, heartfelt, emotional, reflective, passionate, angry and sad at times.

Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.

I am afraid of him now. The one I love most in the world.

HELEN You, too, Tom. You're a good man. (Kisses him back.) Good and strong and brave and … ummmm … lots of nice things … TOM … mmmmmm. I love it when you talk dirty.

Surely love, if there was any such thing, should be ease and tenderness...

We have this idea that love is supposed to last forever. But love isn't like that. It's a free-flowing energy that comes and goes when it pleases. Sometimes, it stays for life; other times it stays for a second, a day, a month or a year. So don't fear love when it comes simply because it makes you vulnerable. But don't be surprised when it leaves either. Just be glad you had the opportunity to experience it.

Live music is better.

My music isn't anything but me. It has jazz in it, and rock'n'roll, and it has an urgency to it.

It doesn't mean that much to me to mean that much to you.

There was a band playing in my head, And I felt like getting high

Being a musician enables a person to bend the notes and express things that are inside you, no matter what.

Though we rush ahead to save our time, we are only what we feel

Only love can break your heart.

She nodded, concealing her emotion because she thought Kim might try to hug her again, and she was never going to get used to the

She nodded, concealing her emotion because she thought Kim might try to hug her again, and she was never going to get used to the casual frequency of American hugging.

Amina couldn't imagine what it would be like not to remember your own mother; there had been no one to tell him, through looks and touch and angry scoldings, that he was the most precious person in the world to her.

I had more emotion than I had room for. I had no place to put the pain.

I could not abandon the rest of me, even when the rest of me overwhelmed my art.

Love was supposed to be like that, wasn't it? A sort of joyful, barely contained madness…

It hurt. It hurt like hell. But it didn't matter, if no one knew.

And yet she hadn't the air of a woman whose life had been touched by uncertainty or suffering. Pain, fear, and grief were things that left their mark on people. Even love, that exquisite torturing emotion, left its subtle traces on the countenance.