Quotes About Emotion

I would miss him. He always made so little sense.

Love me, for I must depart.

A portrait is not a likeness. The moment an emotion or fact is transformed into a photograph it is no longer a fact but an opinion. There is no such thing as inaccuracy in a photograph. All photographs are accurate. None of them is the truth.

Can miles truly separate you from friends . . . If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?

That's why love stories don't have endings! They don't have endings because love doesn't end.

People think they are afraid of these things, but they are not. It's not the object. It's not the height that makes you afraid, it's your brain. We know this because other people can be at the same height and they don't get afraid. The question becomes: what is the person who feels fear doing inside his head and, even more important, what is the person who feels calm or confident in those situations doing inside his head?

Another thing to do is to freeze frame the memory. I know that sounds crazy at first, but the best thing to do then is to jump to the end, freeze-frame it and literally grab a whiteness knob in your mind and turn it very quickly so that it goes blank-out white, phhhhhp. Very quickly, so the whiteness literally replaces the memory so you can't see it.

Anger is the rising up of the heart in passionate displacency against an apprehended evil, which would cross or hinder us of some desired good.

I'll tell you about it because I am here and you are distant.

One day Time will die And love will bury it

Through all the drama—whether damned or not—Love gilds the scene, and women guide the plot.

She became at once more intimate and more exalted.

Love's passives are his activ'st part.The wounded is the wounding heart.

All those fair and flagrant things.

Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, And there are words not made with lungs

The objectivity we sought was the power to recollect — if not in tranquillity, at least in 'dispassion' and this power is rarely granted except to the imaginative writer.

I love romantic poetry.

Feeling became fashionable and emotion became a theatre in which people were players who no longer knew who they were off the stage.

What was our life like? I almost don't remember now. Though I remember it , the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly.

Find what causes a commotion in your heart. Find a way to write about that

Money will buy you a fine dog, but only love can make it wag its tail.

Scheff called shame the social emotion because pride and shame provide the social evaluative feedback as we experience ourselves as if through others' eyes.

She both hated and loved him.

specific values to objects. When they have to give something up, they are hurt more than they are pleased if they acquire the very same thing.