Quotes About Emotion

You go to work the next day pretending nothing happened. Your co-workers ask if everything's okay and you tell them you're just tired. And you're trying to smile. And they're trying to smile.

I want to tell you this story without having to confess anything … I want to tell you this story without having to be in it

He hits you and he hits you and he hits you. Desire driving his hands right into your body.

his skin barely keeping him inside.

but you say the same thing every time. Let's not talk about it, let's just not talk.

I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time. a stone in the hand means somebody's angry, the stone inside you still hasn't hit bottom.

I had four dreams in a row where you were burned, about to burn, or still on fire.

Will you throw me to the ground like you mean it

The hand is a voice that can sing what the voice will not

There's a part in the movie where you can see right through the acting, where you can tell that I'm about to burst into tears

Opera has always been my chief emotional release. Along with sex, of course.

We trigger each other, it seems, some dysfunctional Rube Goldberg mousetrap, a laugh, then a slap, a razor gliding over a mirror, a glass filled, a glass emptied, a ball rolling down a length of pipe, a pipe filling up and overflowing with smoke. On our best days, we see each other for all that we are, and we find a way to make each other better.

Because every time she looked at me, she saw him, our son, that generous boy, and it was another gut punch bending her over, another parting of her flesh, and I was one of the thousand, and my gift to her now was my echo. (from "Twenty Reasons to Stay and One to Leave")

Animal behavior is not purely emotional. Nor is human decision-making purely rational.

our essential process for making a decision still relies on emotion.

I don't want to touch you skin to skin. I want to touch you deeply, beneath the surface, where our real stories lie.

There was a feeling in him like a bruise, a purple ache that set between his ribs. He tasted a cry building at the back of his throat. It was too familiar and made him fearful.

Joy is not in things; it is in us.

Only the Strong know Love; only Love can fathom Beauty; only Beauty can fashion Art.

Der Gesang ist die in höchster Leidenschaft erregte Rede: die Musik ist die Sprache der Leidenschaft.

Happiness is no laughing matter.

I did not know if the story was factually true or not, but it was emotionally true [...].

I didn't know I was really alive in this world until I felt things hard enough to kill for 'em...

Dying for love might be pitiable, but it wasn't much different, finally, from any other kind of dying.