Quotes About Emotion

Dieses ist das erste Vorgefühl des Ewigen: Zeit haben zur Liebe.

Eines ist, die Geliebte zu singen. Ein anderes, wehe, jenen verborgenen schuldigen Fluß-Gott des Bluts.

Da schlug er jäh die Hände vors Gesicht, wie er so kniete, um nichts zu sehen mehr nach diesem Lächeln.

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn

I can't wear it on my sleeve, or tell you from the bottom of it how I feel. Here, it's all yours, now— but you'll have to take me, too.

I'd never seen men hold each other. I thought the only things they were allowed to do was shake hands or fight.

In the face of her beauty My rhythm shudders And I am no longer a poet But just another woman in love.

So the music is saying something to them. It is sending a message. I do not think the human beans is knowing what that message is, but they is loving it just the same.

Ughhhhhhhh!' he said. 'Arghhhhhhhh! Ouchhhhhhhh!

It took a few moments for the full meaning of her words to penetrate, and in the silence that followed I became aware of Mike and how he was slowly drawing himself up in his chair, and the colour coming to his face, and the eyes opening wide, and the curl of the mouth, and the dangerous little patch of whiteness beginning to spread around the area of the nostrils.

It's impossible to make your eyes twinkle if you aren't feeling twinkly yourself.

loved her more than ever when she said things like that.

He probably thought it was a woman. Whenever a young man gets depressed, everybody thinks it's a woman.

Be honest about your joy.

Better to have a stomach full of butterflies than to feel like your life is passing you by.

While boredom can be fairly subtle and cynicism can appear quite intelligent and even funny, despair is like a dull thud in the heart. Despair says, Nothing that we make matters.

It's like there's a scale from 1 to 10, and you always would have sworn that someone or something mattered to you with a 10. But then you almost (or you actually do) lose her or him or it or them, and suddenly your heart is filled with a 17 or a 39 or a 4,291 kind of mattering. New capacities, ones you didn't know were possible before, open up inside of you.

don't have to read the stories Monday through Friday about how the fucking baby fell down the fucking well and the whole fucking community tried to get it out." "Seems

missed you." She

Thank you' ranks just below 4You ruined my life' and just above 'When I get my hands on you.

Hey, a grown man can miss his mommy without shame.

A candidate who, night after night, tries "to capitalize on the emotion of honest patriotism, cheapens the impulse.… It is like playing on the sacredness of mother love for the purposes of promotion.

Richard Russell adored his wife. After they had been married for almost forty years, he sent her a note saying, "With a sense of love and gratitude that is overpowering, I can only say God bless you, idol of my heart.

Art is the process of evoking pity and terror, which is not abstract at all but very human. What the self-styled modern artists are doing is a sort of unemotional pseudointellectual masturbation . . . whereas creative art is more like intercourse, in which the artist must seduce -- render emotional -- his audience, each time.