Quotes About Emotion

Un drama convincente deja claro a los oyentes que el narrador tiene corazón.

Stories are not lists, decks, Power-Points, flip charts, lectures, pleas, instructions, regulations, manifestos, calculations, lesson plans, threats, statistics, evidence, orders, or raw facts.

El poder de esos relatos nace de la intensa relación yo-a-nosotros que se forma en cuanto el oyente se da cuenta de que el narrador le está hablando de un sentimiento o una situación que él mismo, como receptor del mensaje, también ha experimentado.

Being true to yourself involves showing and sharing emotion. The spirit that motivates most great storytellers is 'I want you to feel what I feel,' and the effective narrative is designed to make this happen. That's how the information is bound to the experience and rendered unforgettable.

Do you know what the mathematical expression is for longing? ... The negative numbers. The formalization of the feeling that you are missing something.

Love has something to do with recognition, We can be fascinated by the unknown, we can be attracted by it, but love is something that grows, slowly, in an atmosphere of trust.

There in bed, happiness comes over me. Not like something that belongs to me, but like a wheel of fire rolling through the room and the world.

Verliebtheiten werden maßlos überschätzt. Verliebtheiten bestehen zu fünfundvierzig Prozent aus der Furcht davor, nicht akzeptiert zu werden, zu fünfundvierzig Prozent aus der manischen Hoffnung, dass diese Furcht ausgerechnet diesmal beschämt wird, und zu bescheidenen zehn Prozent aus dem zerbrechlichen Gefühl für die Möglichkeit der Liebe.

Jag älskar honom, sa han. - Jag också, sa hon. Han böjde sig ner mot henne. - Kunde den omständigheten att vi mötts i denna djupa känsla bilda utgångspunkt för ett lån på fem tusen kronor? Hon tog fram sin plånbok, öppnade den, gav honom två tusenkronorssedlar.

In all living creatures, fear and curiosity are closely related in the brain.

It grieves my heart.

Skriv, sa hon. "Din kropp betyder mer för mig än allt randigt fläsk som finns på Smithfield Charkuterimarknad.

I have sat in the dark and looked at them both, the child and the woman. And the feeling has become too much. It is not sorrow or joy; it is the weight and the pressure of having been brought into their lives, and of knowing that if one were ever to be separated from them, it would mean your obliteration.

Sorrow beyond dreams.

Love is not a feeling.  It's an ability.

I'm told women scream when they give birth because of the intense pain. And I think about how easily life can just slide away, like thawing ice. And how it's only the living that scream.

Grief is an element. It has its own cycle like the carbon cycle, the nitrogen. It never diminishes not ever. It passes in and out of everything.

There is no one to tell this to and yet it seems very important to get this right. The reality and what it is like to escape it. That even now it is sometimes too beautiful to bear.

The difference maybe between the living and the dead: the living often want to be numb, the dead never do ...

When her mouth found mine I disassembled. Not exploded like a bomb or anything, but came apart. A few pieces at a time. They floated away, went into a kind of orbit. A splintering galaxy. An extravagant slow motion annihilation. The only center was her mouth, her hair. It was her. A reconstitution around the core of her.

The reason people are so moved by art and why artists tend to take it all so seriously is that if they are real and true they come to the painting with everything they know and feel and live, and all the things they don't know, and some of the things they hope, and they are honest about them all and put them on the canvas. What can be more serious?

Can you fall in love through a rifle scope?

Jasper's weight on my leg an aching absence.

The sadness of our world, it underlies everything like a water.