Quotes About Emotion

Steel your sensibilities, so that life shall hurt you as little as possible.

Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

The pain of life overrides the joy to the point that joy does not exist.

Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still.

Empathy is the capacity to think and feel oneself into the inner life of another person.

You paint the way you have to in order to give. That's life itself, and someone will look and say it is the product of knowing, but it has nothing to do with knowing, it has to do with giving.

When you hold somebody, you gotta hold them like it's the last minute of your life.

Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.

Photography is a way of shouting, of freeing oneself, not of proving or asserting one's own originality. It's a way of life.

Love knows no difference between life and death The one who gives you a reason to live is also the one who takes your breath away

That is art: to give all you have. And what have you? Your life - nothing more. And to give life means to feel life throughout your whole being.

The hollows of his face, even in that vibrant, late-summer light, make him look haunted by a memory he hasn't had yet.

Something had sharpened her, and he thought it might be memory.

Too emotionally invested. And yet compassion is what you most distrust, what you thrust away from you, preferring to project with everyone but Grace that you're cold, distant, even harsh, so that you can be clearheaded and objective...even if acting the part has made you a little cold, distant, and harsh.

I've been trying to remember this place," she said, almost plaintively. "I love it here, but the entire time I've felt like it was the one remembering me.

Even as Control said it, he had known that he was also telling her he didn't mind leaving her there, alone, on the other side.

The things we say to each other, thinking they are so important to say, and yet later regret, that become a part of you no matter how hard you push them away, even as you can't stop thinking about them.

The look on her face in the empty lot—that blankness—and then, later, in the sessions, the warring of contempt, wildness, casual vulnerability, and vehemence, strength. That had laid him low. That had expanded until it hooked into the whole of him, no part of him not committed.

the seeming attempt to cast it away turned into an endless embrace.

There are certain kinds of deaths that one should not be expected to re-live, certain kinds of connections that are so deep that when broken you feel the snap of the link inside you.

Family is about love and affection but about friction and separation, too. Yet, with work and luck, the distances—geographic and emotional—can be shrunk, even made to vanish.

One person's inflammatory rhetoric is another person's poetry,

I like the way you touch me." "I like to touch you... That works out for us, huh?

Theirs was a forbidden love.