Quotes About Emotion

And while a hundred civilizations have prospered (sometimes for centuries) without computers or windmills or even the wheel, none have survived even a few generations without art.

the lonliest sound in the world is other people making love.

Selling such a large stake flew in the face of everything she knew about her father. He loved content.

Writing is no answer but when you feel deeply there is little else to do.

People can cry much easier than they can change.

People don't have any mercy. They tear you limb from limb, in the name of love. Then, when you're dead, when they've killed you by what they made you go through, they say you didn't have any character. They weep big, bitter tears - not for you. For themselves, because they've lost their toy.

Her voice had something of the warm darkness in it.

He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.

In a way song writing can almost be detrimental, because suddenly you find an outlet that is a kind of cheating. You don't need to have direct communication. You can say, 'I can't describe it to you, but I will record it and send it to you.'

Wish I had known what seemed so strong has been and gone.

You light the Spark in my Bonfire Heart.

There is no gift more great than love.

Poetry is man's rebellion against being what he is.

It amuses me to weep for a dead man with eyes that once were his.

He looks at me. And smiles. "Just us remember?To the moon," he whispers.

How was a feeling be so bad if it makes me feel so good?

Web" She nods again. "And how does that make you feel?" -How does that make me feel? Like I was living in the middle of Fourth of July fireworks. Like I was exploding with so much joy there would have never been a Vietnam War because my joy would have caused world peace.- "It's wrong, and I'm sick." That's what I say. Because anything else and I'll be carted off right here, right now.

Your eyes are so— I don't know— they do something weird to me..." "Yeah? Yours do something weird to me, too, Jonathan...

For me, prose walks, poetry dances.

The quietest poetry can be an explosion of joy.

Any music comes from the inner mind and soul, reaching out to the unknown.

A woman's heart is an ocean of deep secrets.

Rose: You're trembling. Jack: I'll be alright.

I love it when I have a nightmare to me that means I got my money's worth out of that eight hours