Quotes About Emotion

And, man he cried when he talked. He cried big tears, the kind it takes an old man to cry, the kind it takes a saxophone to play.

We're giving up free range, getting organized, feathering our emotions. Efficiency an effectiveness and all those other pieces of intellectual artifice. And with the loss of free range, the cowboy disappears, along with the mountain lion and gray wolf. There's not much room left for travelers.

We have both lost ourselves and created something else, something that exists only as an interlacing of the two of us. Christ, we're in love. As deeply, as profoundly, as it's possible to be in love.

He liked words and images. "Blue" was one of his favorite words. He liked the feeling it made on his lips and tongue when he said it.

I made that horn sound like it never had before; I made it cry for all the miles and years that separated them.

Neither of them spoke, they simply stood there, sending, receiving, imprinting the feel of each on the other, indelibly.

You never in your life think that love like this can happen to you

I was wrong, Robert. I was wrong, but I can't go. Let me tell you again why I can't go. Tell me again why I should go.

Give me all of you, and I'll give you back yourself when we have finished. And in the high country she had screamed aloud in some combination of fear and pleasure. And she had done that once more in a bed in Iowa, then turned the scream into a dwindling, involuntary cry for all the things she had once felt and now felt again with another strange man who lived in his own far places.

Las palabras provocan sensaciones físicas, no solamente transmiten significados

no soy más que un hombre. Y todas las elucubraciones filosóficas que puedo conjurar no me salvan de desearte, todos los días, a cada momento ni el despiadado gemido del tiempo, el tiempo que nunca puedo pasar contigo, dentro de mi cabeza. Te amo profundamente, totalmente. Y será siempre así.

The heart never forgets, never gives up, the territory marked off for those who came before.

Anyone who can feel that way about a woman is worth lovin himself.

Often you don't know whether a woman is friend, enemy or lover until it is too late. Sometimes, she is all three.

With tears in her eyes, Alexandra assured him that the husband and father was infinitely more precious to her than the tsar whose throne she had shared. Nicholas finally broke. Laying his head on his wife's breast, he sobbed like a child.

What the eye sees better the heart feels more deeply.

People don't ask for facts in making up their minds. They would rather have one good, soul-satisfying emotion than a dozen facts.

Life hurts a lot more than death. —Jim Morrison

Without writing, I sometimes suspect there would be no such thing as love.

The feeling of a place was the best reason to go.

Jesus was overcome by the experience and wept. Only one who has looked deeply into the eyes of little children can grasp why. Only one who has sensed how near little children are to the heavens, how close to the angels, how innocent and worthy of our respect, admiration, and awe can know why the Purest of the Pure wept as he associated with the purest among the Nephites.

Poetry reading is the chamber music of the actor's craft.

Oh, Ed!" Mom exclaimed. "It's a Victorian.

He lowered his eyes to his dad's face. There was fear there. Fear. When your dad was frightened, there was something to be frightened about.