Quotes About Emotion

The church conference begins and ends by attempting to arouse an emotion of the ideal, usually in terms of personal loyalty to the person of Jesus, but very little is done to attach the emotion to specific tasks and projects. Is the industrial life of our day unethical? Are nations imperialistic? Is the family disintegrating?

Ik verveel me niet. Ik ben ongelukkig.' 'Omdat je in geluk gelooft. Iedereen die in geluk gelooft is ongelukkig.

We live less and less, and we learn more and more. Sensibility is surrendering to intelligence.

Elle se disait qu'il était peut-être là, séparé d'elle par un rien de temps, par un millième de seconde, plus infranchissable qu'un mur de forteresse.

Mon cœur, le couteau existent. Mon cœur parce qu'il saigne, le couteau parce qu'il taille ma chair.

Is there anything more intimate or more internal than pain?

L'acquiescement éclaire le visage. Le refus lui donne la beauté.

Hatred is one long wait.

Conflict is one of the most difficult situations we face because it thrusts us out of our comfort zone.

Love just feels like the truth

Your heart will always open again; if you let it.

The notion of [emotional] force, among other things, opens to question the common assumption that the greatest human import always resides in the densest forest of symbols and that cultural depth always equals cultural elaboration. Do people always, in fact, describe most thickly what to them matters most?

Snow girl was glad she had left her own feelings behind.

and every time she says the word, it breaks her heart into pieces that she has to pick up in her hands and shove back in her chest.

Are you trying to talk your way into my bed?" she asked, her voice thick with emotion. "No." His voice sounded warm. "I'm trying to talk my way into your heart.

Yet every great storyteller knows it's the fine art of taking me by the hand and showing me that has the most effect on a reader's soul. It's how writers slip it all into us while we're not looking. While we're reading words, they're making magic happen, and when that magic lands right in our hearts, we're theirs forever.

I hate weekends because there is no stock market.

That was a screaming meemie

I forced a swift smile, then turned back to my glass, salvation and sanctuary viniferously bundled into one.

We were drinking a memory, one that would be forever associated with the memory of this trip.

War doesn't mature men; it merely pickles them in the brine of disgust and dread. Pfui!

please?" "Ridiculous," he said curtly

seemed likely to remain so for another seven, or even twenty-seven, for the only girl I had ever been really soft on had found another bargain she liked

If the breath of her voice had dribbled off the edge of a roof it would have made icicles.