Quotes About Emotion

O público quer saber como é estar vivo na ponta da faca do agora. O que significa ser um ser humano hoje?

Posicionar o público não é algo novo. Shakespeare não chamou sua peça de Hamlet, chamou-a de A Tragédia de Hamlet, Príncipe da Dinamarca. Ele deu a comédias títulos como Muito Barulho Por Nada e A Comédia dos Erros, de modo que, a cada tarde no Teatro Globe, o público elisabetano estava psicologicamente preparado para chorar ou rir.

When we want mood experiences, we go to concerts or museums. When we want meaningful emotional experience, we go to the storyteller.

When talented people write badly, it's generally for one of two reasons: Either they're blinded by an idea they feel compelled to prove of they're driven by an emotion they must express. When talented people write well, it is generally for this reason: They're moved by a desire to touch the audience.

Whereas life separates meaning from emotion, art unites them. Story is an instrument by which you create such epiphanies at will, the phenomenon known as aesthetic emotion...Life on its own, without art to shape it, leaves you in confusion and chaos, but aesthetic emotion harmonizes what you know with what you feel to give you a heightened awareness and a sureness of your place in reality.

Stories are the currency of human relationships.

I've always felt there is something sacred in a piece of paper that travels the earth from hand to hand, head to head, heart to heart.

I've seen this play out over and over in my life: When emotion goes up, intelligence goes down.

We do it for the fun and the fact it makes us feel closer to loved ones both living and dead.

I had never yet done such a thing in life, but now I felt a desire to mock. (In The Court Of The Dragon)

My cheeks are red hot, my lip still trembles, because I sent my heart to speak; every word of it delusional and awkward, an exuberance, an abrupt sound. That's how I spoke, oh, it still shows on my hot cheeks I'm now carrying home. I look down at the snow and walk past many houses, past many hedges, many trees, the snow adorns hedge, tree and house. I walk on, staring down at the snow, on my cheeks nothing but red-hot memory reminding me of my wild talk.

The lively is always more contemplative than what is dead and sad.

Wherever poesie can be felt, all poetic touches are superfluous.

I'm not here to write, I'm here to be mad.

Los versos que resuenan en su cerebro le parecen graznidos de cuervos; le gustaría arrancarse la memoria.

There are little books we read as if we're eating something delicious. We quickly forget them. After a certain amount of time, perhaps we recall them again. They're Like people we're capable of loving because they're not difficult.

In summary, people at lower levels on the scale have difficulty with decision-making; because they have less choice between thinking and feeling, more of their choices are emotionally driven.

For a moment the two of them looked at each other, wordless, as if they were asleep and their dreams had converged on common ground, a place where sound was alien.

Before she continued her search she sat in his revolving desk chair, and wept for the passing of time, and the necessary death of the well-loved, wise old man.

the irrational will have its say, perhaps because 'irrational' is the wrong word for it.

Need we go into details about what I said to Judy? I am no poet, and I suppose what I said was very much what everybody always says, and although I remember her as speaking golden words, I cannot recall precisely anything she said. If love is to be watched and listened to without embarrassment, it must be transmuted into art, and I don't know how to do that, and it is not what I have come to Zurich to learn.

No need to go into details about what I said to Judy? I am no poet, and I suppose what I said was very much what everybody always says, and although I remember her as speaking golden words, I cannot recall precisely anything she said. If love is to be watched and listened to without embarrassment, it must be transmuted into art, and I don't know how to do that, and it is not what I have come to Zürich to learn.

Of course I long for her, but in honesty I must say that I would rather long for her than have her continuously present. Travel agents assure us that 'getting there is half the fun'; I might say with at least equal truth that longing is some of the best of loving.

Unhappiness of the kind that is recognized and examined and brooded over is a spiritual luxury.