Quotes About Emotion

She'd never known fear had a taste, but it did.

Theology that does not touch the heart—that does not resonate with your inner spirit so that it changes you—has failed at its task.

I think I cry because I feel free.

In the effort to protect yourself, you risk numbing yourself to the world in which you are embedded.

That was the way he had lived his whole life. To him things were simple. You reached out and took, and if you felt like it, you gave, with the intensity you wanted to give with.

I have been loved and given love.

As we carry our baby inside us, we know almost nothing about it that distinguishes it from anyone else's baby--except that we love it unlike any other baby.

why, it beats so i can love you.

But you know what, baby, that's how you know you love someone with all your heart, when the world get so cold without them.

It all came back. Every bone in my body turned hot. Then I couldn't make it stop. All those memories. Whatever kept them stored away broke. There was a rush of sensation through me, then nothing. And for days afterward, I'd get overwhelmed with a sound or the way my shirt rubbed against my arm or a smell. Like my body remembered and reminded the rest of me.

You knew you couldn't reason with him. Not in the state he'd created for himself.

A mingling of auras.. love.. It defies definition..

Art from the Heart.. Poetry from the Heart.. Music from the Heart.. There is no other kind.

Every love story needs a closure. If it is denied that, it drifts aimlessly between the earth and the sky like a ghost..

Anger is only one letter short of danger.

If I feel by intuition that he doesn't love me anymore, I will immediately fly away like a stricken bird

Cuando el dolor cae sobre ti sin paliativos, lo primero que te arranca es la palabra.

Hay momentos en los que me parece que no siento nada y que puedo trabajar, luego la angustia regresa con el desánimo.

True lovers may never know what love means. A man may love a woman out of his reach. She does not know he loves her, and he will never speak of it.

That he loved her was his life's greatest grace—that she loved him was a burden and mystery beyond compare.

Wherever I am, in wood or field, By dawn or evening light, Without cease my heart feels The pain of one who is not here...

Whenever somebody gives up their pride to reveal a truth to others," I told him, "we find it incredibly moving; in fact, we are all so moved that even the cameraman is crying." I hadn't actually looked in the direction of

Grief was like a terrible burden, but at least you could lay it down by the side of the road and walk away from it. Antonia had come only a few paces, but already she could turn and look back and not weep. It wasn't anything to do with forgetting. It was just accepting. Nothing was ever so bad once you had accepted it.

She put out her hand and touched his forearm, as she would have touched some piece of porcelain or sculpture, just for the sheer animal pleasure of feeling its shape and curve beneath her fingertips.