Quotes About Emotion

It was called "Tizita"; there was no single equivalent English word. Tizita meant "memory tinged with regret." Was there any other kind, Ghosh wondered.

A daughter has an open door into a father's heart.

In this upside down world, snarls are smiles, ugly is beautiful, and the crippled outwork the able bodied, but tears are the same.

I want to give you something, or I want to take something from you. But I want to feel the exchange, the warm hand on the shoulder, the song coming out and the ear holding onto it.

dearest, can you tell, I am trying to love you less.

Maybe my limbs are made mostly for decoration, like the way I feel about persimmons.

I'll never see you again, but that's a note I tear up in my mind.

Sometimes I think the memory of an event is better than the event itself.

I once had a record of whale sounds, I swear I understood.

The true and serious beauty of trees, how it seemed insane that they should offer this to us, how unworthy we were, bewildered, how soon we were nearly weeping at their trunks as they tossed down petal after petal, and we tried to remember how it felt to receive and notice the receiving, pink, pink, pink, pink, pink.

making music like resurrection or haunting or just plain need.

How do you love? Like a fist. Like a knife.

I am beautiful. I am full of love. I am dying.

TRACE THE EMOTIONAL BEATS ON YOUR ARC The arc maps the inner changes you undergo as you progress toward your goal.

I have never forgotten how you looked on that Sunday, Bertha: your lips of red as you sat talking with me on the sun-drenched stones, your eyes shining in the forest.

The blatancy of the icy-hearted satire repelled me.

What they love is love and being in love." They are in the grip of

And I'd noticed her eyes, the lightest blue, and alive, moving here and there and then staring straight on. And now there's darkness under her eyes like she hasn't slept well for too many days, almost like someone punched her just hard enough to leave a little black, a quarter-moon smudge under each eye.

She can look at you and make you feel like you're the only one in the world. Even if it's not true, she can make you feel that way. And with her child, it would be true. She would look at her child for as long as her child needed.

Love, like light, is a thing that is enacted better than defined: we know it afterward by the traces it leaves on paper.

Paris, on the other hand, looked exactly as it was supposed to look. It wore its heart on its sleeve, and the strange thing was that the heart it wore so openly was in other ways so closed-mysterious, uninviting.

To overcome fear, why does getting excited work better than trying to calm yourself down? Fear is an intense emotion. You can feel your heart pumping and your blood coursing. In that state, trying to relax is like slamming on the brakes when a car is going 80 miles per hour. The vehicle still has momentum. Rather than trying to suppress a strong emotion, it's easier to convert it into a different emotion - one that's equally intense, but propels is to step on the gas.

Passionate people don't wear their passion on their sleeves; they have it in their hearts.

For once, there was nothing to be disappointed in. Which left me with just the feeling of the disappointment itself.