Quotes About Emotion

Elle se servait beaucoup de sa larme pour amollir son mal.

She listened; she heard the dull thumping of her blood which seemed to be tramping on her with a heavy heel.    She passed her left hand across the night to feel the man's firm wrist, which was against her right hand. It was all knotted like a gnarled branch. It filled her left hand with warm flesh which was supple and finely nerved.    "I can't explain....They all have their women. Such a passion has seized the earth...such a passion!" 

Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.

All he had ever wanted was to tell—in the best possible words, arranged in the best possible order—the stories inside him.

She was pregnant. She was pregnant. That complete fuck.

It is the size of the characters' desires that helps to make a sad story a tragedy.

Thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth I have of late—but wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth So

He knows a sweep of gratitude, soft as another voice, and so wide and deep he believes he might drown in it.

All that attacks is memory, all I suffer is regret.

Each … breeze," he says, watching the ripple of the bright, unfurling leaves, "will be me, missing. You." Smiling

In sooth, I know not why I am so sad.

But I caught those tears before they fell, and their sting seemed only to intensify the keenness of the moment.

her final words seem to ripple outward like waves of water from a thrown stone—don't remember don't remember don't remember don'trememberdon't "Remember?

To write a good love letter, you ought to begin without knowing what you mean to say, and to finish without knowing what you have written.

Trust your heart rather than your head.

Emotion integrates but emotivity isolates. So free yourself from affectivity. In this absence of emotivity, you may have the impression at first that you become indifferent. But very soon you'll see that there is really affection for your surroundings. Emotion, affection, is giving.

As Creb looked at the peaceful, trusting face of the strange girl in his lap, he felt a deep love flowering in his soul for her. He couldn't have loved her more if she were his own.

Haley's view is the famous couplet "Better to have loved and lost/Than never to have loved at all" turned on its head: to her, it's better not to have loved, because what if you lose it?

[H]e sang words without sense, but their tone went to his heart...

[Victor's] heart was on the sunny side of love...

God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul.

Art is indeed not the bread but the wine of life.

How stupid lovers can be! But if they were not, there would be no story.

She doubted not that in time she would grow as indifferent as others to these matters; but there was a softness within her which made it difficult for her. She must conform. She must be like those who lived about her. But for the time being she would refuse to think of the cruel things which could happen to men and women, merely because they spoke too freely. She wanted to be happy; therefore she would not think of anything that might make her otherwise. She