Quotes About Emotion

When I remember my family, I always remember their backs. They were always indignantly leaving places.

I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love's frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed

My illness was love, though I knew not the smart, But the beauty of love was the blood of my heart.

I loved thee, though I told thee not, Right earlily and long, thou wert joy of my ever spot theme of my every song.

The idea that you have to be protected from any kind of uncomfortable emotion is what I absolutely do not subscribe to.

O amor, presidindo a ação, insinuava o prazer e o gozo. E confesso, de bom grado, que me persuadi sem dificuldade de que, sem amor, o prazer, por maior e mais perfeito que seja, fica vulgar, sejamos rei ou vagabundo.

Sometimes, I think that I concerned myself so much with the possibility of their loss that I never truly took pleasure in the fact of their existence.

I slipped from present to past, sliding down the snake heads of memory into what was and what would never be again.

Sometimes he would forget her, but in forgetting he would remember her again, and the ache for her would return with a vengeance.

Regret, he now knew, was a useless emotion, the poor cousin of guilt.

Cresil leaned forward, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints of hate.

Stories were different, though: they came alive in the telling.

Some words can only be spoken to those for whom we feel passionately and deeply, just as some silences can only be shared by lovers.

Maybe this is common to all those who lose someone whom they have loved deeply. Making contact with another potential partner, another lover, becomes an act of reconstruction, a building not only of a relationship but also of oneself.

He has never been shouted at so quietly.

A little fragment of his heart came loose and was lost to him each time he had to say goodbye to her.

Their smiles never lit up their eyes, and

Deseó amar a alguien hasta el punto de que le doliera.

Instead, I felt only a heaviness, like a dark, wet blanket over my consciousness.

a sadness that turned the world to gray. He

Parker had seen men and women physically diminished in this way before, weighed down by suffering. Grief has its own gravity. They

Painting is with me but another word for feeling.

Emotion lay at the very heart of the process of perception, intertwined with intellectual functions, yet adding to perception a quality that reason lacked.