Quotes About Emotion

There are some names that one can't even say in a normal voice because they lay open some nerve. I was frightfully in love with a woman once. Her name was Susan and she came from Norwich and she lived with her husband in Ovington Square. I fell out of love with her, and I haven't seen her or heard of her for years, but if I read or hear the words Susan, or Norwich, or Ovington, I go all queer.

If it were in his destiny, which he felt it never would be, to love and be loved, he could imagine a way of love quite different from what he had just seen.

By this time the whole School was thoroughly out of hand. Mrs. Morland was having a good cry, as were several ex-parents. An ex-Solicitor-General, an Air Vice-Marshal, two Earls, an Admiral of the Fleet, and an old boy who had been in prison for fraud on an unprecedented scale, were blowing their noses and glaring defiantly at anyone who didn't think they had a cold, and Mr. Birkett felt more than ever Lawk-a-mercy on me, This is none of I.

Music she understood.  Music she lived with, music was her soul, her crutch, her quiet times, her rowdy times.  Music she breathed.

Pero no sé si le quiero. Nunca he sentido ante él aquel temblor que me agitaba cuando Ricardo se acercaba a mí, el deseo de besar mi almohada soñando que le besaba a él, el espantoso vacío de su ausencia…

L'infern pot ser el meu paradís si estic enamorada del dimoni. I el paradís pot ser el meu infern si no estic enamorada de l'àngel.

No m'entenc ni jo mateixa, i és per això que ningú més no em pot entendre.

Qué queda de la vida si ya no dejamos que las cosas nos lleguen de cerca?

We write to taste life twice" Anais Nin

Maybe if i just lie under the sun long enough I will melt like an ice cube and all my sadness will evaporate into the air so i can start again.

She knew I had to cry until I undrown from the inside.

Everybody cannot be calm. To be calm is a luxury!

In Rio Bravo when Duke makes love to Feathers, the scene dissolves to the next morning where we see him putting on his vest and almost humming. It was subtle, but you knew what happened. Give me a towel and some blankets any day!

Petroc Trelawney looked as pleased as a pebble can look, which was pretty much the same as he had looked before.

Indeed, as we shall see, it is a bad mistake to confuse life satisfaction and happiness; the former is an overall judgment about life that comes from consideration, while the latter is an emotion, a mood, or a feeling, which is part of experiencing life.16

Life can't be put on paper in all its complexity.

Youth is the time for loving, so poets always say.

Fear is inky. Fear stains the white sheet of consciousness that one comes swaddled in and no amount of earthly scrubbing can make it completely clean again.

They lived in such a deep state of feeling for each other, whether love or hate, that it surrounded them like the weather.

I recognized the poem from Maulana Rumi and felt touched to the depths of my heart when I realized that Pari was committing both of us to God's care. "I will never abandon you. You are the star that I follow always." Pari's eyes misted. "Yes," she said softly, "you alone of all my servants have truly loved me." "With all my heart.

Love Song How shall I hold my soul to not intrude upon yours? How shall I lift it beyond you to other things? I would gladly lodge it with lost objects in the dark, in some far still place that does not tremble when you tremble. But all that touches us, you and me, plays us together, like the bow of a violin that from two strings draws forth one voice. On what instrument are we strung? What musician is playing us? Oh sweet song.

You are wrong if you think you cannot live without love. I cannot live without it. I do not mean that I go into a decline, develop odd symptoms, became a caricature. I mean that I cannot live well without it. I cannot think or act or speak or write or even dream with any kind of energy in the absence of love. I feel excluded from the living world. I become cold, fish-like, immobile. I implode.

I reminded myself of someone, but someone I had not seen for a long time.

As my love for her grew more poignant and more threatened my impatience and my weariness grew.