Quotes About Emotion

And music, your music, it teases at my ear. I turn and it fades away and you're not here! Let hopes pass! Let dreams pass! Let them die! Without you, what are they for? I always feel no more than half-way real 'til I hear you sing once more!

Magpie' by The Unthanks),

Maxinquaye by Tricky,

His heart was now beating rapidly. He wanted to embrace her, cover her with kisses, caress her hair, touch her breast, stroke her thighs: he wanted to sing songs for her, dance dances for her, write poems for her.

Ned Parminter was in love. He assumed it must be love, because it felt like indigestion – or, to be frank, Irritable Bowel Syndrome – but in a good way.

It's just really hard when you've got something, and you think something is going to happen next, and then it's taken away from you. It's one thing when you don't know what you're losing, but to have it, and understand how precious it is, and still lose it . . . It fucking sucks.

She was nauseous with anticipation . . . even as she knew that, even on TV, these kinds of things never seemed to actually work out.

She'd been surprised by the pang that the idea of the place gave her. She didn't think of herself as a romantic about location, even though she was secretly romantic about everything.

But won't you miss me?" . . . "I already do," he said.

or in the same time frame. The trouble is we expect the emote part of emotion. Humans are social primates, and our experiences have to be externalized to be acknowledged by others.

I usually define fear as the thing I feel when the unexpected happens. Anxiety is when I'm doing something that I already know is stupid.

usually define fear as the thing I feel when the unexpected happens. Anxiety is when I'm doing something that I already know is stupid.

remember how much I hate to

She believes that they are caught in an emotional timewarp without the necessary vision to appreciate the changes that have take place in society.

Poetry is at the centre of my life, too, emotionally speaking, and intellectually speaking - it's just that I'm one of those people who enjoy doing other stuff as well.

Skype or FaceTime or whatever Internet magic puts husband and wife on a computer screen. Until they find a way to convey touch, it doesn't do more than increase your longing.

Book shelves were on the right-hand wall and a framed print of Christina's World on the left. 'Mr Saunders found that picture in a closet and thought it might be something you'd like.' 'It was always in here,' I said, looking at it. I had often stared at it and wondered about the woman in the picture and how much like her I often felt. 'I do like it. I like it very much.

He didn't sing the words, he inebriated them.

All my life I have been pursued by the black dogs of unaccountable gloom

Grief has a colour. It has other characteristics, I know now, collectively forming a personality of sorts. An antagonizing figure that arrives in your life and refuses to leave or sit anywhere but next to you or stop whispering the name of the departed in your ear.

an old woman say 'You see, he really cares: he's crying.

When excited by any violent passion his face assumed a … terrible expression … his eyes flashed fire; his nostrils dilated, swollen with the inner storm … He seemed to be able to control at will these explosions, which, by the way, as time went on, became less and less frequent. His head remained cool … When in good humour, or when anxious to please, his expression was sweet and caressing, and his face was lighted up by a most beautiful smile.38

I shot Jin a look. I don't know what kind of look it was. I'm not sure there's a word for a combination of shock, horror, and admiration occurring all at once. I'm going with shorrorulation. If they can make up words, so can I.

He kisses—how do I explain it? Like someone in love. Like he has nothing to lose. Like someone who has just learned a foreign language and can use only the present tense and only the second person. Only now, only you. There are some men who have never been kissed like that. There are some men who discover, after Arthur Less, that they never will be again.