Quotes About Emotion

religion, like beauty, cannot be experienced in cold blood.

There is no reality on this earth except religion and the power of love; all the rest is even more fugitive than life itself.

Perhaps the greatest lesson [Huxley] learned from reading Carlyle was that real religion, that emotive feeling for Truth and Beauty, could flourish in the absence of an idolatrous theology.

They forget that for a Creator to create, He must be greater than His creation, thus He must be by definition not less than emotional.

I am (thank God!) constitutionally superior to reason.

Gratitude, not guilt, as motivation is always His starting point, thus guilt as a motivation leads nowhere.

I'm in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection. But with Montana it is love. And it's difficult to analyze love when you're in it.

I am a woman of heart and mind, looking for affection and respect, a little passion.

Believe in yourself and what you feel. Your power will come from that.

What is love? As far as I can tell, it is passion, admiration and respect. If you have two, you have enough. If you have all three, you don't have to die to go to heaven.

Sentimentality is the respect the cold-hearted pay to feeling.

The wish to lead out one's lover must be a tribal feeling; the wish to be seen as loved is part of one's self-respect.

Nobody likes having salt rubbed into their wounds, even if it is the salt of the earth.

Awe and respect are two different things.

Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature and itself. He who has a contempt for poetry, cannot have much respect for himself, or for anything else.

When you sit down and play your music for someone you respect, you get that feeling in your stomach of like: 'Oh my God...' You know if it's not great because you start to feel sick.

Oh! to be loved by a man I respect, To bask in the glow of his perfectly understandable neglect.

There is always madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

A tragedy, when a mature mind and a romantic heart are in the same body.

My lover asks me: "What is the difference between me and the sky?" The difference, my love, Is that when you laugh, I forget about the sky

The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead.

The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.

There is a garden in her eyes, where roses and white lilies flow.

We don't need to explain our love. We only need to show it.