Quotes About Emotion

Love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go.

La emoción más fuerte y antigua de la humanidad es el miedo, y el más fuerte y antiguo tipo de miedo es el miedo a lo desconocido

La emoción más antigua y más intensa de la humanidad es el miedo, y el más antiguo y más intenso de los miedos es el miedo a lo desconocido.

Camille Claudel, Auguste Rodin's model and thrown-away lover.

When a mother loves her child as much as yours loved you, she might find it impossible to let go, to leave you, if you were sitting right there. She had to wait for you to go away before she could die.

People that sick simply can't love. They don't have it in them.

Jane's dream had ripped her heart from her chest, as if the past were a lion that could eat her alive.

Falling in love," his father had said. "It's like taking a horse over a brush fence—you get air, rise up, take the jump. And you might land okay, or you might go flying. You want to make sure you're on solid ground. That's what loving someone is like: you land safely. You have ground under your feet.

complicated women— fearful at heart but evil in deed.

The words were terrible, but they didn't have any power.

without him—I wasn't sure I could go on breathing. But I did." "I know," Sylvie said. "It was because I loved him," Jane said. "And that's what love does. It takes hold of you so hard . . . takes hold of your breath. Your heart, your pulse, your thoughts, everything.

Love doesn't give you control—it takes control of you.

You make it sound mad," Sylvie said. "As if it drives you crazy.

The violin speaks to the mind, and the fiddle speaks to the heart

Si seulement il avait un peu de temps. [...] Le temps aussi de bien comprendre le mot amour. Un mot beaucoup trop gros pour lui. Tellement gros qu'il ne sait pas par quel bout le prendre.

It was getting harder to fake the smile, harder to make the effort.

I began a lifelong affair with nostalgia, with only the vaguest notions of what I was nostalgic for.

In the bitter air, the grieving were wreathed in white by their sighs.

One time they held hands while walking along the lake. Their joined palms felt like a fuse in an outlet, as if their touch was the source of everything that mattered, as if by doing this, holding hands in public, they'd be able to make better photographs and write better stories. Make better love. The power of those few minutes of not hiding felt like it could fuel an entire country.

When one great passion seizes possession of the soul all other feelings are crowded out.

Comedy and tragedy are so mixed up in life, Gilbert. The only thing that haunts me is that tale of the two who lived together fifty years and hated each other all that time. I can't believe they really did. Somebody has said that 'hate is only love that has missed its way.' I feel sure that under the hatred they really loved each other . . . just as I really loved you all those years I thought I hated you . . . and I think death would show it to them. I'm glad I found out in life.

I couldn't sew on a day like this. There's something in the air that gets in the blood and makes a sort of glory in my soul. My fingers would twitch and I'd sew a crooked seam. So it's ho for the park and the pines.

I like a man whose eyes say more than his lips, thought Valancy.

FEELING is so different from KNOWING. My common sense tells me all you can say, but there are times when common sense has no power over me. Common nonsense takes possession of my soul.