Quotes About Emotion

Crying is the most primitive mechanism the body has to relieve tension and pain.

Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.

How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight!

What dire offense from amorous causes springs,What mighty contests rise from trivial things!

Unlearn'd, he knew no schoolman's subtle art,No language, but the language of the heart.

chaos of thought and passion, all confus'd.

Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear, with ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear...

With too much quickness ever to be taught, with too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all t hat joy can give, and die of nothing but a rage to live

What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart

If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.

But flaming youth in all it's madness Keeps nothing of its heart concealed: It's loves and hates, its joys and sadness, Are babbled out and soon revealed.

Love passed, the muse appeared, the weatherof mind got clarity newfound;now free, I once more weave togetheremotion, thought, and magic sound.

The illness with which he'd been smittenshould have been analyzed when caught,something like spleen, that scourge of Britain,or Russia's chondria, for short.

We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once.

I regret that I am not fire.

When a girl cries, few things are more worthless than a boy

It should not be possible to get from the banks of the Pepani River to Wyoming in less than two days, because mentally and emotionally it is impossible. The shock is too much, the contrast too raw. We should sail or swim or walk from Africa, letting bits of her drop out of us, and gradually, in this way, assimilate the excesses and liberties of the States in tiny, incremental sips.... p 72

It should not be physically possible to get from the banks of the Pepani River to Wyoming in less than two days, because mentally and emotionally it is impossible.

Dante to Abby: My God you are going to kill me. Again

I was in love with the idea of him. An ideal of him. Of who I thought he was. Of who he used to be.

And like a soprano shattering glass, Juliet heard something snap deep inside. It was the sound of her heart breaking.

Because you will meet somebody more exceptional than anyone you have ever know. Who will love you warmly as possible. And who will so completely attract you that you will feel you never really loved before.

She watched him in the glow of the lamplight, his broad shoulders hunched over the piano, his hair flopping over his face, and knew she couldn't fight her feelings for him any longer. Denying him wasn't going to make them go away. And looking at him right at this moment, she didn't want them to.