Quotes About Emotions

For what we think and feel and are is to a great extent determined by the state of our ductless glands and our viscera.

It's all in the mind and a bit in the heart but it goes in the body and that's where all the trouble comes in.

I cannot pretend to feel impartial about the colours. I rejoice with the brilliant ones, and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.

To-day one half remembers With a sigh, In the yellow-mooned Septembers Long gone by, Many a solitary stroll With an overflowing soul...

Whenever I think about the past, it just brings back so many memories.

And why should I rekindle these smoking embers? Why call up from their casements the ghosts of the dead?

But a queer thing is — this is personal — however painful a thing has been when I look back it is no longer painful, or no more painful than music is. In fact it is just that.

A beating heart needs a soul to go with it, or it's nothing but a machine.

What colors are the rhythms of your soul?

When my heart is heavy, the sun helps make it light.

I drink wine because I don't like to keep things bottled up.

A woman's hopes are hopes are woven of sunbeams; a shadow annihilates them.

Breasts and bosoms have I known Of varied shapes and sizes, From poignant disappointments To jubilant surprizes.

I suggested that he should write out the whole affair from beginning to end, knowing that ink might assist him to ease his mind. When little boys have learned a new bad word they are never happy till they have chalked it up on a door. And this also is Literature.

Your writing chamber isn't the office or the study — it's your heart.

Writers are just people who have a whole lot on the inside that they need to get to the outside, with pen and paper their preferred method of transport. Same with dancers, artists, and singers — all the same urges with differing transportation.

Some authors write with a grave ink, of a dramatic pen dipped into their dark souls.

A harsh critique is a pen stab through the heart — and the resultant inkbleed.

Don't be distracted by emotions like anger, envy, resentment. These just zap energy and waste time.

The broken heart is broadest.

It's so curious: one can resist tears and "behave" very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.

Half of my heart is deployed.

Political campaigns are designedly made into emotional orgies which endeavor to distract attention from the real issues involved, and they actually paralyze what slight powers of cerebration man can normally muster.

What anguish gushes from the heart The quivering lip will tell, When "two fond souls" are call'd to part And far from each other dwell.