Quotes About Emotion

During sex I fantasize that I'm someone else.

How can there be fury felt for things that are gone to dust.

It is easy to imagine grief as an ennobling, purifying emotion—uncluttering the mind of what is petty and transient, and illuminating the essential. In reality, of course, grief doesn't resolve anything, any more than a blow to the head or a devastating illness. It compounds stress and complication. It multiplies anxiety and tension. It opens fissures into cracks, and cracks into gaping chasms.

Oh, could you view the melodyOf every graceAnd music of her face,You'd drop a tear;Seeing more harmonyIn her bright eyeThan now you hear.

But more importantly, I think he remembered how very close I was with my own dad, who had died in 1997.

Each memory was brought to life before me and within me. I could not avoid them. Neither could I rationalize, explain away. I could only re-experience with total cognizance, unprotected by pretense. Self delusion was impossible, truth exposed in this blinding light. Nothing as I thought it had been. Nothing as I hoped it had been. Only as it had been.

A singer whose ear is singly directed to the melodic aspects of a Brahms lied or a Verdi aria lacks perception of the musical web from which the melodic line emerges; the composer's intent may remain unrealized. to sing Schubert, Schumann, Brahms, Wolf, or Strauss lieder without an understanding of underlying harmonic structures is to vocalize on them, not to conceive of them musically and emotionally.

What we, the audience, bring when we come to the theater - what we might be feeling that day. What might have happened to us. That is a big part of what a play is.

there's evidence to show that "certainty" is only a feeling, like anger or excitement, the result of unconscious forces at work in the brain.

Pleasure and desire are altogether different things in the brain.

A related study showed that men who'd had their amygdala, the fear center of the brain, removed (because of accident or illness) were unable to respond in this way.

Harboring an emotion as powerful as gratitude has power of its own.

Regret is the most tiresome of companions.

It was the first time that I had ever been romantically kissed. It was even better than the chocolate cake.

The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but its echo endures much longer.

Grief isn't a luxury; it's an appropriate response to loss. You don't just will it away. If you allow it to run its course, it will fade with time, but if you ignore it or pretend it doesn't exist, it only gets worse.

Trauma has a way of indelibly linking the incidentals to the profound.

Michael, I think we need to break up." If

The price of love is the risk of losing it." I frowned. "Is it worth the risk?" "I've thought a lot about that. I still think the greatest hurt isn't to lose love, it's the regret of never having it. To have never felt love, that would be true tragedy.

To love someone is to desire their happiness. [Richelle Bach]

Like all living things, love, too, struggles against hardship, and in the process sheds its fatuous skin to expose one composed of more than just a storm of emotion-one of loyalty and divine friendship. And though it may be temporarily blinded by adversity, it never gives in or up, holding tight to lofty ideals that transcend this earth and time- while its counterfeit simply concludes it was mistaken and quickly runs off to find the next real thing.

Regret is a useless emotion: it's like brushing your teeth after you find a cavity.

To avoid love because of the possibility of losing it is like poisoning ourselves to avoid being murdered. Tabula

They say love is blind, but it's not. Infatuation is blind. Emotional neediness is blind. Love sees the fault - it just sees beyond it as well.