Quotes About Emotion

Self-pity, while it should be accorded due respect, is the greatest of all acids to the human soul.

Arbell)The ungrateful gorgeous bitch.

Until two days ago what had driven him was the will to survive: deep, animal, full of rage—but always part of him had not cared at all whether he lived or died. Now he did care, and very deeply, and so for the first time in a long time he was afraid. To love life is, of course, a wonderful thing, but not on this day of all days.

People are attracted to authentic beauty that has a human rather than mannequin quality.

But it was hard for Poetry to stay angry very long. Nearly everything anybody said or did reminded him of a poem.

What is the mass of a feeling? What is its wavelength, its position on the electromagnetic spectrum?

I've had a lot of very positive feedback about those stories, and seem to have struck upon something that most people feel. I can also tap dance, and don't know many other authors who can.

Grief is the price we pay for having loved.

Color possesses me—I don't have to pursue it…. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I am a painter.

One eye sees, the other feels.

Color has got me. I no longer need to chase after it. It has got me for ever. I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour.

RETORT "Thou art a fool," said my head to my heart, "Indeed, the greatest of fools thou art, To be led astray by the trick of a tress, By a smiling face or a ribbon smart;" And my heart was in sore distress. Then Phyllis came by, and her face was fair, The light gleamed soft on her raven hair; And her lips were blooming a rosy red. Then my heart spoke out with a right bold air: "Thou art worse than a fool, O head!

Eres tú flor carnal de mi jardin ideal.

8. Love is chemistry and

what I call the "first love syndrome," found not only in what we most like in online systems but in movies, television shows, and novels.The principle is that we most love what we first experience

Trauma is a unique phenomenon all on its own, as if it is an entity in and of itself.

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, Tomorrow I'll miss you.

What I have to say is all in the music. If I want to say anything, I write a song.

And just getting into bed with somebody wasn't the magic solution, because people could hide their terrors in pure technique—depersonalizing so completely the body embraced that they felt nothing at all.

Perhaps we were atheists by default, but the matter of God did not come into the equation of our love.

Some of the agonies that burn in the heart forever begin as brief as snapshots.

As an artist, you reach for the pen that's full of blood.

Grief is a sword, or it is nothing.

We simply have not kept in touch with poetry.