Quotes About Emotion

Out upon it, I have lov'd Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather.

Then, for the first time in her married life, Leona addressed her husband. "Assassin!" she gasped, and fled.

The herd instinct seems to be the strongest human emotion, one that the race is constantly breeding off as the mavericks are liquidated. Happiness is running with the crowd.

Brandon envisioned a world in which the loser of the Michigan–OSU game could find redemption. That's not how it works. That's not how any of this works. You lose the game, you fume for 364 days until you have an opportunity to right the wrongs. This is not a carnival fun ride. It's college fucking football.

We are most alive when we're in love.

So much love, too much love, it is our madness, it is rotting us out, exploding us like dandelion polls.

Every melody is based on the same seven notes, but some melodies make you happy, some make you sad, and some can terrify you. Well, this was a roar which makes your blood go cold in your veins and your hair stand up on your head. You could call it a 'premonition of death.

Once a woman has given you her heart you can never get rid of the rest of her.

Did you rejoice for the one you saved, or weep for the one you lost? She could not do both, so she wept.

They hit so hard they were both breathless for a moment. Cirocco embraced the smaller woman and lifted her off her feet.

Words, words, just stupid words. Listen to your body. Listen to your heart.

Her hands were cold now that the confrontation was over.

Hay personas que no tienen poesía en sus almas.

It was the first Cirocco had seen her less than happy with what she'd seen through a telescope.

He was smiling at the blimp, happier than Cirocco had ever seen him.

Being the bone of contention between her two lovers was not to her taste.

Warren hissed

There's nothing sooner dry than women's tears.

Lovers die inward that their flames conceal.

Passion and prejudice govern the world, only under the name of reason.

Madness is sumptuous; Hate, ascetic.

still he found himself more and more attached to the almost fairy form before him.

Those things that he held most deeply were most profoundly betrayed when he spoke of them to his classes; what was most alive withered in his words; and what moved him most became cold in its utterance . And the consciousness of his inadequacy distressed him so greatly that the sense of it grew habitual, as much a part of him as the stoop of his shoulders.

He looked at them curiously, as if he had not seen them before, and felt very distant from them and very close to them.