Quotes About Emotion

I love, therefore I am vulnerable.

Love. That was what she had that IT did not have.

Art is communication.

Love is the one surprise.

Stay angry, little Meg," Mrs Whatsit whispered. "You will need all your anger now.

We cannot always cry at the right time and who is to say which time is right?

Love can't be pinned down by a definition, and it certainly can't be proved, any more than anything else important in life can be proved.

Compassion is nothing one feels with the intellect alone. Compassion is particular; it is never general.

But I'm not patient! cried Meg passionately. I've never been patient!

Story always tells us more than the mere words, and that is why we love to write it, and to read it.

Love, she insisted, is not power, which she considered always coercive. To love is to be vulnerable; and it is only in vulnerability and risk—not safety and security—that we overcome darkness.

I am slowly coming to understand with all my heart as well as my head that love is not a feeling. It is a person.

It is the nature of love to create. It is the nature of hate to destroy.

The refusal to love is the only unbearable thing.

the joy and love were so tangible that Meg felt that if she only knew where to reach she could touch it with her bare hands.

Think of the person you love the most in the world. Do you really see them visually? Or don't you see on a much deeper level? It's lots easier to visualize people we don't know very well.

You must understand with your hearts. With the whole of yourselves, not just a fragment.

Idiot," Proginoskes said, anxiously rather than crossly. "Love isn't how you feel. It's what you do.

Yet there are times when for no logical reason I feel an almost unbearable sense of isolation. Not only am I divided in myself, my underwater and above-water selves separated, but I feel wrenched away from everybody around me. This is part of being human, this knowing that we are all part of one another, inextricably involved; and at the same time alone, irrevocably alone.

It really helped ever so much because it made me mad, and when I'm mad I don't have room to be scared.

You don't know how lucky you are to be loved. Meg said in a startled way, I guess I never thought of that. I guess I just took it for granted.

Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait point.

I hate it! Charles Wallace cried passionately. I hate the Dark Thing!

It is the nature of love to create, and no matter what we do to creation, that love is still there, creating; in the young man who is holding his jacket closed across his chest; in you; in me.