Quotes About Emotion

Hatred - The anger of the weak.

Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends.

The people only understand what they can feel; the only orators that can affect them are those who move them.

It would be impossible to think it's just about sex with a woman like you. You demand more without even trying. I'm set on giving you more. Sex is only an introduction- Amon Mikende

Paula admitted she may've been thinking a smidge rashly when she'd longed for the chilly winds and snowcapped 'scrapers of home.

Tomorrow maybe love; but now it is the rain Possesses us entirely, the twilight and the rain.

El adjudicarle el término de amor a un fenómeno tan total era caer en una simpleza, en una inaudita superficialidad.

No es todo lo que quería decirle. Ni siquiera he comenzado. Lo cual, desde luego, no importa. Con usted no es necesario decir las cosas porque ya las sabe desde antes, desde siempre. Muchos besos y toda la nostalgia de quien la extraña mucho.

My lasting impression of Truman Capote is that he was a terribly gentle, terribly sensitive, and terribly sad man.

Truly, it is what we love that gives us our names.

Hating requires caring. In which case, I couldn't possibly hate you.

I love you," I whisper. "And I love you." He smiles, his lips seeking mine. "Always have. Always will.

You left me." Not realizing until I've said my final good-bye and closed the door behind me, that he's not referring to the past. He's prophesying our future.

What is going on with you?" she says, shaking her head and pushing me away. "What's up with all the love and affection? I mean, you of all people, you of the eternal iPod-hoodie combo.

He looks at me, the light in his eyes fractures into millions of bits—a kaleidoscope of darkness that may never be fixed.

Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual's conscious life, the blacker and denser it is.

The heart knows no logic, and rarely corresponds with the brain.

The trick is to learn to see with your heart, not with your eyes

if this Roman dude's as bad as you say, then why are you lurking outside his store looking all charged and heated like a dog waiting for its owner?

Damen, seriously, you must know I don't love you because you're immortal, I love you because you're you.

Have I ever told you how much I love you, Ever? Have I? Ever, Ever?

What a tangle love is.

I really like him. I can't help it. And no matter how hard i try to pretend otherwise, it doesn't make it any less true.

The boy I fell madly in love with – the boy made entirely of goodness and light – has been snuffed out by the bloodthirsty creature that glowers before me.