Quotes About Emotion

I think you miss out on a lot of stuff when you're so protected and isolated.

Oddly, I feel more protected when I write in Italian, even though I'm also more exposed.

It hurts real bad to have that protection barrier between parent and child.

The fun thing about song writing is that it's just creative. It can be whatever you want it to be. For me, I'm really protective of that. I'm not going to write something because I feel like it fits here or it fits there - I just want to write music that feels good to me, you know?

The thing that I probably enjoy the most and also am the best at in whatever art form I'm working in is being the protector of the emotional experience of the audience.

I try to make all my songs good. I don't ever write one to finish one. A lot of protest songs end up that way, driven by some kind of emotional response.

I think my dad is the proudest of anyone that I made my debut for Brazil.

Books are an ancient and proven medium. Their physical form inspires passion.

If you asked me if I wanted more joyful experiences in my life, I wouldn't be at all sure I did, exactly because it proves such a difficult emotion to manage.

The best music, you can seek some shelter in it momentarily, but it's essentially there to provide you something to face the world with.

Character is always my driving force. And to tell a good story and to provide an entertaining read.

She sings a dark destructive song.

Who can stop grief's avalanche once it starts to roll.

Pay special attention to their agony so I might take some pleasure.

Hast thou ice that thou shalt bind it To thy breast, and make thee dead To thy children, to thine own spirit's pain? When the hand knows what it dares, When thine eyes look into theirs, Shalt thou keep by tears unblinded Thy dividing of the slain? These be deeds Not for thee: These be things that cannot be!

Anger, The spring of all life's horror. - Medea

And I'm a woman made of sorrow.

Love makes the time pass. Time makes love pass.

Is love so small a pain,do you think, for a woman?

that shock of fear that runs right through an army before battle, that shock is Dionysos.

Do not revive a grief I had forgotten.

Upon my knees i say 'You used me' And I feel dirty from your touch

He's like a child, but without a child's capacity for joy.

Slowly, Anna put up a hand to his muzzle and began to scratch that spot behind the ear where large dogs keep their souls.