Quotes About Emotion

I would look out upon the wildflowers, the mulch of swamps and leaves, the spring mosses greening on the rocks, or the boulderous mountains of street-black snow, whatever season it happened to be- my mittens clotted with ice, or my hands grimy with marsh mud- and from the back of my larynx I'd send part of my voice out toward the horizon and part of it straight up toward the sky. There must have been some pain in me. I wanted to howl and fly and break apart.

When they slept together, she almost cried. He was a kisser, and he kissed and kissed. It seemed the kindest thing that had ever happened to her. He kissed and whispered and brought her a large glass of water when she asked for one.

We used awesome the way the British used brilliant: for anything at all. Perhaps . . . it was a kind of antidepressant: inflated rhetoric to keep the sorry truth at bay.

He was thinking, but she could tell he wasn't good at it....'Where do you live,' she asked, 'and how do I get there?

I can't believe I just asked you to hold my hand,' said Ira, but Mike had already taken it.

This is Quilty's audition ritual: whenever he feels it is time for it, he calls upon himself to audition for love. He has no script, no reliable sense of stage, just a faceful of his heart's own greasepaint and a relentless need for applause.

I feel his lack of love for me.

And all love that had overtaken her would have to be a memory, a truck on the interstate roaring up from the left, a thing she must let pass.

Love drains from you, takes with it much of your blood sugar and water weight. You are like a house slowly losing its electricity, the fans slowing, the lights dimming and flickering; the clocks stop and go and stop.

Music ultimately left him unstirred. Like a god irritated with his own tinkerings. Despite his talent, or perhaps because of it, he heard only the machinery, the clanking and spitting. He felt nothing. No compassion.

it would be a combination of comfort and surprise an audience might appreciate.

What the fuck, babe.

In a life where there is only the bearable and the unbearable, a sigh of relief is an ecstasy.

Even his I love you's, she said, were like tiny daggers, like little needles or safety pins. Beware of a man who says he loves you but is incapable of a passionate confession; of melting into a sob.

Fear is sinful when it proceeds out of unbelief or distrust in God.

Fear is the flip-side of lust. Idolatry is like a coin, it has two sides: desire and fear.

To the extent that your love [of God] is fearful, your love is incomplete or immature. It is not made perfect. 1 John 4:17-18

You will never know what the meaning of Jazz is if ask what it means.

If you have to ask what jazz is you will never know. Louis Armstrong

You don't quit loving somebody just on account of they're dead.

Love is a kind of dementia with very precise and oft-repeated clinical symptoms.

He felt his throat constrict. and was overcome with an emotion that he could not name. because it was a mixture of so many.

Love is what is left when the passion has gone

The dead can read tears.