Quotes About Emotion

That boy held my heart in a way that felt molecular.

As if bad poetry could ever save anyone.

Vertigo is the conflict between the fear of falling and the desire to fall.

Ignorantly is how we all fall in love; for it is a kind of fall. Closing our eyes, we leap from that cliff in hope of a soft landing. Nor is it always soft; but still, without that leap nobody comes to life.

What grows best in the heat: fantasy; unreason; lust.

Only the foolish, blinded by language's conventions, think of fire as red or gold. Fire is blue at its melancholy rim, green in its envious heart. It may burn white, or even, in its greatest rages, black.

My heart broke open and history fell in.

One either loves, or waits for love, or banishes love for good. That is the full range of possible choices.

It is all for love. Which is a wonderful and dashing matter. But which can also be a very foolish thing.

Man is the Storytelling Animal, and that in stories are his identity, his meaning, and his lifeblood.

The world is full of love stories, and all lovers are in a sense the avatars of their predecessors.

They were deeply in love, which beats earplugs.

Naught but love makes magic real.

Rage made you the creature of those who enraged you, it gave them too much power. Rage killed the mind, and now more than ever the mind needed to live, to find a way of rising above the mindlessness.

In the end, rage, no matter how profoundly justified, destroys the enraged.

OK, publishing a book and releasing a movie is all very well, but Tottenham beating Man. U. 3-2... priceless.

Fury...sexual, Oedipal, political, magical, brutal....drives us to our finest heights and coarsest depths

Rage made you the creature of those who enraged you, it gave them to much power. Rage killed the mind...

Por última vez en la vida se preguntó si había malgastado su amor en una mujer que solo daba su amor hasta que llegaba el momento de retirarlo. Apartó el pensamiento de su cabeza. Había entregado su corazón esta única vez en la vida y se consideraba afortunado de haber tenido ocasión de hacerlo. La cuestión de si ella era digna de su amor carecía de sentido. Su corazón había contestado a esa pregunta hacía mucho tiempo

You observe … that when it's time to unleash a few insults, a man will always choose his mother tongue.

Oysa onu ac? ac? seviyorlard?, asla kar??l?k veremeyecek kadar tutkulu bir sevgi duyuyorlard? ona; kar??l?k vermeyen sevgisinin izin verdiÄŸi ölçüde seviyorlard? onu.

In the end, rage, no matter how profoundly justified, destroys the enraged. Just as we created anew by what we love, so we are reduced and unmade by what we hate.

Nothing is forever, he thought beyond closed eyelids somewhere over Asia Minor. Maybe unhappiness is the continuum through which a human life moves, and joy just a series of blips, of islands in the stream. Or if not unhappiness, then at least melancholy.

But the truth was that she still felt the past moving like a thrombosis in the blood. It might reach her heart and kill her one of these days.