Quotes About Emotion

Hay días como hoy, en los que recordarme me da pena.

A face, he believes, is a piece of sculpture that has taken a lifetime to mold, so it tells more than any actor's technique possibly could. I've watched Fellini work, and he did

Music does not replace words, it gives tone to the words

I shall never forget Juliek. How could I forget this concert given before an audience of the dead and dying? Even today, when I hear that particular piece by Beethoven, my eyes close and out of the darkness emerges the pale and melancholy face of my Polish comrade bidding farewell to an audience of dying men.

Bite your lips, little brother...Don't cry. Keep your anger, your hate, for another day, for later. The day will come but not now...Wait. Clench your teeth and wait...

I needed to know that there was such a thing as love and that it brought smiles and joy in its wake.

Had the situation not been so tragic, we might have laughed.

Love is this and love is that; man is born to love; he is only alive when he is in the presence of a woman he loves or should love.

We do not know the worth of one single drop of blood, one single tear.

I did not weep, and it pained me that I could not weep. But I was out of tears. And deep inside me, if I could have searched the recesses of my feeble conscience, I might have found something like: Free at last! …

I didn't know that this was the moment in time and the place where I was leaving my mother and Tzipora forever.

A mn ages hs enemy because he hates his own hate. He says to himself: I hate him not because he's my enemy, not because he hates me, but because he arouses me to hate.

man is born to love; he is only alive when he is in the presence of a woman he loves or should love. I

It's a laugh that comes from beyond happiness and sadness. From beyond faith and anger. It's a laugh that only the dead can appreciate.

tears, like drops of wax, flowed from his eyes.

I wept because-because of something inside me that felt the need for tears.

You hate me, don't you?" I didn't hate him at all, but I wanted to hate him. That would have made it all very easy. Hate—like faith or love or war—justifies everything.

I thought he was talking about my grandmother. I didn't want to see her. I knew she had died - of thirst, maybe - and I was afraid she wouldn't be as I remembered her. I was afraid she wouldn't have the black shawl on her head, nor those burning tears in her eyes, nor that clear, calm expression that could make you forget you were cold.

Then he smiled. I shall always remember that smile. What world did it come from?

Twenty-five years later, an African American guitarist named Son House sang, "The blues ain't nothing but a low-down, aching chill.

Ida Cox, sang that the blues was nothing but "your lover on your mind" and "a slow aching heart disease.

However hallowed by history, though, the idea that blues is fundamentally a musical heart-cry has some problems. For one thing, along with some of the most moving, cathartic music on earth, the American blues tradition has produced thousands of comical party songs and upbeat dance music.

Women clearly felt things more deeply: they read sub-text where men saw only white space.

Nobody knows where it comes from, and nobody knows where it goes.' Love doesn't make sense most of the time and that's what's so wonderful about it.