Quotes About Emotion

You can die of a broken heart -- it's scientific fact -- and my heart has been breaking since that very first day we met. I can feel it now, aching deep behind my rib cage the way it does every time we're together, beating a desperate rhythm: Love me. Love me. Love me.

Men don't cry but their eyes just take bath sometimes

People like Uncle Hashim can say things like that, even if they are true. They can store them for years, hold on to them and let them harden and solidify, until the moment arrives when they can be delivered as they had been intended to, to crush a bone or bruise the heart.

As goes love so goes life.

Life possesses an amazing array of profoundly sad faces.

The words 'I Love You' kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.

This fire that we call Loving is too strong for human minds. But just right for human souls.

What a lover's heart knows let no man's brain dispute.

History dressed up in the glow of love's kiss turned grief into beauty.

When the lyrical muse sings the creative pen dances.

If with all your power you kissed the angel of love, what then might happen?

Your tears are muscles, hinged on wings lunar and solar. Your touch: life and death. (from poem Angel of Mercy)

Should I draw you the picture of my heart, it would be what I hope you still would love, though it contained nothing new. The early possession you obtained there, and the absolute power you have ever maintained over it, leave not the smallest space unoccupied.

I have not felt in a humor to entertain you if I had taken up my pen. Perhaps some unbecoming invective might have fallen from it.

My bursting heart must find vent at my pen.

Grief is not a pleasure, but it makes me remember, and I am grateful.

God created hand, head, and heart; the hand for the deed, the head for the world, the heart for mysticism.

I feel just like the boy who stubbed his toe–too damned badly hurt to laugh and too damned proud to cry!

[I feel] somewhat like the boy in Kentucky who stubbed his toe while running to see his sweetheart. The boy said he was too big to cry, and far too badly hurt to laugh.

Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be.

How beautiful and horrible life is, Hema thought; too horrible to simply call tragic. Life is worse than tragic." p 108

Love so strong, without ebb and flow or crests and troughs, indeed lacking any sort of motion so that it had become invisible to him these seven years, part of the order of things outside his head which he had taken for granted.

A chasm separates that memory from this moment.

Tizitash zeweter wode ene eye metah. I can't help thinking about you.