Quotes About Emotion

I grew up with classical music when I was a ballet dancer. Now when I have to prepare an emotional scene, to cry or whatever, I listen to sonatas. Vivaldi and stuff. It's just beautiful to me.

For had it been an adversary who taunted me, then I could have borne it; or had it been an enemy who vaunted himself against me, then I could have hidden from him. But it was you, a man after my own heart, my companion, my own familiar friend.

But I am not political in the current events sense, and I have never wanted anyone to read my poetry that way.

My husband said to me while I was swooning in his arms, 'Why are all the longest dances the draggiest?' I took this to mean that he has not loved me for a very long time. Everything means something, or it does not. I have expressed an opinion. Every effect has a source that is not unfamiliar. It's all so evil. ("The Uncanny")

Oh God, let me not be cured of love, but let my passion grow! Let me love for love's sake!

Sometimes you brush against a truth, feeling it before you can say it, and instead of theories or conclusions, tears are the evidence it leaves.

Life is meaningless without regrets.

Nothing expresses remorse better than silence.

The more profound the loss, the more poignant the grief

Music is the soundtrack of our lives.

Emotion is a rotten base for politics.

Love's easy to learn. It's like taking a risk. You set your mind on it and refuse to be afraid, and in no time you feel terrifically exhilarated and all your inhibitions fly out of the window.

Logic doesn't stop you feeling. You can behave logically and it can hurt like hell. Or it can comfort you. Or release you. Or all at the same time

If we forgive our Fathers what is left?

He heard the thrill in her voice, he saw her earnest face, he saw her clear true eyes, he saw the quickened bosom that would have joyfully thrown itself before him to receive a mortal wound directed at his breast, with the dying cry, 'I love him!' and the remotest suspicion of the truth never dawned upon his mind.

buscaba el olor puro del aliento, ese que acompaña a la palabra y al suspiro y convierte a una desconocida —pues la mayoría de las veces ni sabía ni sabría nunca el nombre de la donante— en alguien inolvidable.

C'est fou comme la mort, c'est soluble dans l'amour.

In life we all have an unspeakable secret, an irreversible regret, an unreachable dream and an unforgettable love.

The fact that we do not speak it but sing it only expresses the fact that our spoken words are inadequate to express what we want to say, that the burden of our song goes far beyond all human words.

We say that religion is a matter of mood: we must wait until the mood strikes us. And then we often wait for years —perhaps until the end of our life—until we are once again in the mood to be religious. This idea is based on a great illusion. It is alll well and good to let religion be a matter of mood, but God is not a matter of mood. He is still present even when we are not in the mood to meet with him.

In Romanticism, the main determinant is the mood, the atmosphere. And in that regard, you could also describe Schubert as a Romantic.

You may not be able to measure God's love, but you can certainly experience it.

Atheism is not a matter of the mind; it is a matter of the heart.

My friends and family, especially my mom and dad, are always saying I should smile more.