Quotes About Emotion

Love's language is imprecise, fits more like mittens than gloves.

I'm going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.

It's quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don't do it.

I have a tickle in my brain. And it keeps making the corners of my mouth point toward the heavens.

Maya is the fear that permeates us so fully that we don't know it's there. Maya is the organizing principle of emotional energy in the fear-based, segregated state, and Maya is inherently mysterious.

Disgust is so reassuring; it feels like a moral proof.

The most exquisite joy is a sting to the heart, and love -- love is a crisis of the soul.

All feeling is painful, one way or another. The most exquisite joy is a sting to the heart, and love - love is a crisis of the soul.

She spoke with the air of the artist, playing out each nuance until it wasn't a nuance anymore.

Pôs um sorriso que uma faca poderia exibir se por acaso ganhasse vida.

I love John Irving's stuff. It's that marriage of comedy and tragedy. It's really terrific.

Bananas! Here! Blah, blah! Whatever!

I want to be ripped apart by music. I want it to be something that feeds and replenishes, or that totally sucks the life out of you. I want to be dashed against the rocks.

Words are beautiful but restricted. They're very masculine, with a compact frame. But voice is over the dark, the place where there's nothing to hang on: it comes from a part of yourself that simply knows, expresses itself, and is.

She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever

My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her... It's never over, All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter... It's never over, She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever...

There is no good singing, there is only present and absent.

Music is my mother and my father; it is my work and my rest...my blood...my compass...my love...

Sensitivity isn't being wimpy. It's about being so painfully aware that a flea landing on a dog is like a sonic boom.

I was captured by music at a really early age. I was really captured by it. Everything about it. It was my mother… It was my father… It was my play thing. It was my toy. It was the best thing in my life.

I surrendered who I was to who you are..

But music seems to me to be the most closely identified with my soul. I mean, I feel that it's the best for me. It just gets into the bloodstream so quickly, for no reason at all. You can close your heart, and you can sleep even with your eyes closed, but you can never close your ears.

Music is endless and even though I've heard a whole bunch of music from so many different places and fallen in love countless times with all kinds of different music.There's still something about it,I guess it's called Freedom.

love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.