Quotes About Emotion

After I hung up I felt completed, the way I always did after talking to her, like a plant that had been watered.

I could not love thee, dear, so much,' Ã¢â'¬Â I said, " Ã¢â'¬Ëœloved I not honor more.' 

And I've met a very wonderful woman," I said. "They're all wonderful," Haller said. "Well, many of them," I said. "I love them," Haller said. "The way they talk, how they smell, the way they touch their hair, everything." "I know," I said.

All at once she could hear the sullen patter of the rain and sense the sigh of the wind behind it.

But meanwhile he had to do something about the way his heart pounded.

Comedy and horror are opposite sides of the same coin.

Murder was a terrible thing. Even if you're not quite right in the head, you can realize that much. Mother must be suffering quite a bit. Perhaps

What's the current hit?" "The Lost Chord" he tells me. "Just a few notes, but it sounds like nothing you'll ever hear.

Podrán romperme los huesos con palos y piedras, pero las palabras jamás podrán herirme.

I felt a strange delight in causing my decay.

O lyric love! half angel half bird

Womanliness means only motherhood; All love begins and ends there.

There is to truer truth attainable to man than comes of music.

A bitter heart that bides its time and bites.

I heard this drop and drop like rain outside Fast-falling through the darkness while she spoke...

My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody.

Not the bee upon the blossom, In the pride o' sunny noon; Not the little sporting fairy, All beneath the simmer moon; Not the poet, in the moment Fancy lightens in his e'e, Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, That thy presence gi'es to me.

Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.--Robert Burns

He married, but not happily. He hated his wife for breathing with lungs, which crayfish do not possess. He divorced his wife – and spent the rest of his life in the service of an idea.

That is not wistfulness or sentimentality. It is grasping the hard fact that time runs in only one direction, that we have already died a thousand deaths and will die a thousand more, and that there is no remedy for it but love, though we are sure we have never seen love except in the rearview mirror, in the sad and tawdry puddle at the bottom of the glass

I nearly drownded on the Big River back home, but I didn't. Instead, I come to love the river, though the river never loved me. That's how it was with this horse. Ever so splendid and mighty, but indifferent as running water.

Eat my heart Chew it hard Swallow my soul, too

Happiness is a way of traveling and not a destination

It's amazing that the heart makes no noise when it cracks.