Quotes About Emotion

Enthusiasm, n. A distemper of youth, curable by small doses of repentance in connection with outward applications of experience.

1872-ben egy júniusi reggelen meggyilkoltam atyámat - ez még a házasságom elÅ'tti idÅ'ben történt, mikor szüleimmel együtt éltem Wisconsin der?s ege alatt -, és mondhatom, az eset mély nyomokat hagyott bennem.

He wrote with terrible rapidity, the twig in his fingers rilling blood without renewal; but in the middle of a sentence his hands denied their service to his will, his arms fell to his sides, the book to the earth; and powerless to move or cry out, he found himself staring into the sharply drawn face and blank, dead eyes of his own mother, standing white and silent in the garments of the grave!

LOVE, n. A temporary insanity curable by marriage or by removal of the patient from the influences under which he incurred the disorder.

The fever of battle burned hot in its heart; its brain was intoxicated with the wine of strife.

EMOTION, n. A prostrating disease caused by a determination of the heart to the head. It is sometimes accompanied by a copious discharge of hydrated chloride of sodium from the eyes.

ARDOR, n. The quality that distinguishes love without knowledge.

Skin like ivory, perfect; A goddess, she must be. Slender fingers, unadorned; beautiful simplicity. A single teardrop; when did it fall? Could this goddess be mortal, after all?

You don't have to speak. Words fade, she whispered. I know that better than anyone. Words are forgotten; they are regretted. Unnecessary. I know.

The light inside the confessional was so dim that I could not see his features very plainly. I only observed that his eyes were large, and bright, and wild-looking, like the eyes of some fierce animal, and that his face, with the reflection of the green curtain upon it, looked lividly pale.

What do you want? Love. Well, love gets what she wants one way or another.

Nostalgia was becoming a favoured hobby of his. Strange, how the best moments of our lives we scarcely notice except in looking back.

Freedom did not seem to have made anyone any less angry.

look of fury, a look of pain, a look of hatred you can trust. A smile can hide anything.

But love is not always a solution. In this case, it was very much a problem.

Logen still remembered the first time he had to leave someone behind, remembered it like it was yesterday. Strange how the boy's name had gone but the face was with him still.

Dogman remembered the smell of her hair, the sound of her laugh, the feel of her back, pressed warm and soft against his belly while she slept. Well-used memories, picked over and worn thin like a favourite shirt.

The Bloody-Nine opened his mouth, and shrieked out all of his bottomless love and his endless hate in one long wail.

You look especially beautiful this morning, Monza." That brought a smile to the corner of her mouth. The corner he couldn't see. "Well. Facts are facts.

El dolor es el mejor combustible para avivar un fuego.

there was an awful lot a man could be saying fuck about. That's the beauty of the word. It can mean just about anything, depending on how things stand. Horror, shock, pain, fear, worry. None were out of place.

A grin spread across his face. Seeing it made her smile. Her first in a while. Hardly felt like her mouth should bend that way.

Why were you never scared of me?' 'You just never seemed all that scary. Always found your eye sort of pretty. Shiny.' Rikke patted his scarred cheek. 'You always just seemed … lost. Like you lost yourself and didn't know where to look.' She put her hand on his chest. 'But you're in there, still. You're in there.

That look. Little bit hungry. Little bit scared.