Quotes About Emotion

My improved affect did not in any way sway me from the philosophical conviction that life, at its height and at its depth, basically sucks.

All the while he's been moving towards her, both stoat to rabbit and moth to flame. And she's staring at him, flame-bright and rabbit-scared, too brave to look away.

To refuse to fight for love that is both free and responsible is in a sense to reject the possibility of love itself.

Anybody who doesn't want or need something is dead. And anyone who does need something can be hurt.

She was not the audience to which he played, but she was the profound intelligence that heard him. She drew him in with her great bruised eyes, and his music she drank, and it was wine to her thirst.

enough to excite the artist in any man.

Drama is like life with the dull bits cut out.

Drama is life with the dull bits cut out.

Always make the audience suffer as much as possible.

When a writer talks about his work, he's talking about a love affair.

Power beyond reason created a lasting irrationality.

there was a deep emotional attachment involved.

At the thought of losing Grus, a puppy born a year before on the Endurance, Macklin reflected:

And all the defenses they had so carefully constructed to prevent hope from entering their minds collapsed.

He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force,Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

Love is the only gold.

She is coming, my own, my sweet;Were it ever so airy a tread,My heart would hear her and beat,Were it earth in an earthy bed;My dust would hear her and beat,Had I lain for a century dead;Would start and tremble under her feet,And blossom in purple and red.

The lion on your old stone gatesIs not more cold to you than I.

Qu'importe de quoi parlent les lévres, lorsqu´e on écoute les coeurs se répondre,

Intellect is to emotion as our clothes are to our bodies; we could not very well have civilized life without clothes, but we would be in a poor way if we had only clothes without bodies.

Nature is probably quite indifferent to the aesthetic preferences of mathematicians.

Life is complex in its expression, involving more than percipience, namely desire, emotion, will, and feeling.

love lies hidden in every rose...