Quotes About Emotion

There's a relationship between the great poems of the world and the great screenplays: they both deal in compact images.

Right now I've got an awful feeling I want to smash and kill things.

If there is no feeling, there cannot be great art.

The boy looked down at his feet deep in the rivers, in the fields of wheat, in the wind that already was rushing him out of the town. He looked up at the old man, his eyes burning, his mouth moving, but no sound came out.

Death makes everything else sad. But death itself only scares. If there wasn't death, all other things wouldn't get tainted.

È felice lei? domandò. Sono cosa? gridò Montag

Or did you have your fingernails honed on a whetsone, my darling?

She's dead. Let's talk about someone alive, goodness' sake.

They both stopped to enjoy the swift pound of each other's heart.

And when a man talks from his heart, in his moment of truth, he speaks poetry.

It was not burning, it was warming.

How long has it been since you wrote a story where your real love or your real hatred somehow got onto the paper? When was the last time you dared release a cherished prejudice so it slammed the page like a lightning bolt? What are the best things and the worst things in your life, and when are you going to get around to whispering or shouting them?

Crazy!" They spilled downhill, the sun in their mouths, in their eyes like shattered lemon glass, gasping like trout thrown out on a bank, laughing till they cried.

The words become poetry that no one minds, because no one has thought to call it that. Time is there. Love is there. Story is there.

Montag sentiu que o livro eu escondera batia como um outro coração contra o seu peito.

Hatred is the most damaging emotion, for it gives the person you hate a double victory—once in the past, once in the present.

what destroys reason is passion.

His face was like the autumn sky, overcast one moment and bright the next.

Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory, and the truth of every passion wants some pretence to make it live.

He did not care what the end would be, and in his lucid moments overvalued his indifference. The danger, when not seen, has the imperfect vagueness of human thought. The fear grows shadowy; and Imagination, the enemy of men, the father of all terrors, unstimulated, sinks to rest in the dullness of exhausted emotion.

He was ruined in every way, but a man possessed of passion is not a bankrupt in life.

The room seemed to have grown darker, as if all the sad light of the cloudy evening had taken refuge on her forehead.

It is a fact that the bitterest contradictions and the deadliest conflicts of the world are carried on in every individual breast capable of feeling and passion. [An anarchist]

The danger, when not seen, has the imperfect vagueness of human thought. The fear grows shadowy; and Imagination, the enemy of men, the father of all terrors, unstimulated, sinks to rest in the dulness of exhausted emotion.