Quotes About Emotions

I try never to focus on the radio, just find great songs, find emotion and just write the best songs you can. I think when you get fixated on trying to do something too accurate, it becomes more washed out and less what you intended it to be. So I think each time the challenge for me is to try and reinvent a little bit.

Sex is like washing your face - just something you do because you have to. Sex without love is absolutely ridiculous. Sex follows love, it never precedes it.

These songs are old friends I have entertained myself with when I'm washing the dishes, driving to the store and walking down the aisles. The ones that you sing when you're driving in the car and as a singer you always go back to them.

Claude rubs the back of his neck and wrinkles his nose, about to tell me he was never sad. I believe this is called bravado and is not limited to lawyers, or even men, although that combination makes it almost unavoidable.

On a good day, he was friend enough. On a bad day, running into his inadequacy was like tripping up the stairs. It hurt, but it felt like my own fault.

Ah, I could last a long time on those smiles. I would sow and reap them like wheat.

Anyway, it wasn't that flavor of love. She could leave and carry it with her. Time would not put a dent in it, nor distance snuff it out.

Love and guilt are like ham and eggs. So many people enjoy them together, but there's no rule saying you must have one with the other. They don't even come from the same animal.

There's a room in my heart full of unpaid bills. We all have one. It's useful to go in occasionally and open a few.

We shall have long meetings where Kiggs agonizes and Glisselda teases him. That's the pattern so far.

I did not understand that I carried loneliness before me on a plate, and that music would be the light illuminating me from behind.

Love is a worthy motivation, although you see how quickly it can sour into guilt.

She should hold on to the memories she didn't want to remember. And then, maybe, she could finally let them go.

Tess had thought her grandmother, somewhat poetically, as having come unbuttoned from time.

One thing I've learned about grief: it's like a creditor's bill. You can put off paying, but it eventually falls due, and exacts usurious interest.

I cannot perch among those who think I am broken. "The thing is, Mother, you weren't broken," I muttered, as if she were standing right next to me. "I am. And it was you who made me this way." Inside my head, the [memory] box twitched like a thing alive.

Your lies didn't stop me loving you; your truth hasn't stopped me either.

Oh, you humans may prefer empathy and mercy, but that's like intuiting the answer to an equation: you still have to go back and work the problem to be certain you were right. We can come to genuinely moral conclusions by our own paths.

It's no good getting angry at saarantrai; the hotter your temper, the colder they get. Eskar remained infuriatingly neutral.

But they're sending Orma away, which is my fault, and I played my flute so beautifully that I fell in love with everyone and now I want everything. And I can't have it. And I'm ashamed to be running away.

I forgot that other people might care what went on inside my heart.

She didn't resist the rush of tears. If there was no sadness about leaving New York, then her time here would've meant nothing.

Why must duty require me to break my own heart?

Have you ever been hurt by someone you loved, Carpenter, but loved that person anyway?" "Indeed, I have." "And? Was it worth it?" "Every single time." ? Rachel Hauck, To Love a Prince