Quotes About Emotion

I have to say that since my mother died, I am not the same person anymore. My life has changed a great deal because it's really unbearable to think you can't see her anymore or talk to her anymore.

Music is our myth of the inner life.

I know how big Blink are and I know the legacy with it and everything, but Angels & Airwaves, to my heart and to the people who like it, this is the release of my life.

For me, singing was real life, not two plus two equals four.

'My Life' is soft, with notes of pear and gardenia, but still bold, with a woody base.

Anything dark and emotionally complex, I'll do it. You're acting, but when you take an acting role, you have to live it. You're living the life of that person.

Baseball isn't a life-and-death matter, but the Red Sox are.

All present life is but an interjection, An'Oh!'or 'Ah!'of joy or misery, Or a 'Ha! ha!'or 'Bah!'a yawn or 'Pooh!' Of which perhaps the latter is most true.

Faith is a marvel, and yet no human being is excluded from it; for that in which all human life is united is passion, and faith is a passion.

But for now, let's assume that you're properly impressed with words' significance, and therefore stand ready to move on to a related but somewhat more involved aspect of the subject . . . the application of language to the manipulation of reader feelings. Is that important? I won't kid you. It's the foundation stone on which you as a writer stand or fall.

I say love, it knows no season. It haunts the soul eternally.

You can tear a poem apart to see what makes it tick.... You're back with the mystery of having been moved by words. The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps... so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.

Love is the last light spoken.

Rhianon, he said, hold my hand, Rhianon. She did not hear him, but stood over his bed and fixed him with an unbroken sorrow. Hold my hand, he said, and then: why are your putting the sheet over my face?

I'll tell you no lies. The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.

She has forgotten dying.

Oh, isn't life a terrible thing, thank God?

furor poeticus

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyondany experience, your eyes have their silence.

and the reason that I laugh and breathe is oh love

Silence is a protective coating over pain.

I can't forget things, or ignore them-bad things that happen," I said. "I'm a lay-it-all-out person, a dwell-on-it person, an obsess-about-it person. If I hold things in and try to forget or pretend, I become a madman and have panic attacks. I have to talk.

The problem is I can think whatever I think but I still feel the way I feel.

Someone once wrote that a novel should deliver a series of small astonishments. I get the same thing spending an hour with you. Also, here is a green toothbrush tied in a ribbon. It expresses my feelings inadequately.