Quotes About Emotion

She's kind of a, well, you know, a B with an itch.

We love each other. You love me, you do." His eyes beseech me to believe it, to remember it, to feel it.

Once you love something, you always love it in someway. You have to. it's like, part of you for good.

It's funny how one life-changing event could make you forget what happiness felt like.

My heart battered against my ribs, my breath stalled and I gazed up into his laughing, smiling eyes...eyes that suddently glowed crimson and cruel.

There is no one Reality, There is only one's Perception.Love Never Fails.keep doing The Happy Dance

Gratitude should be felt and experienced sincerely, expressed generously and received graciously.

My love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity, ~ Hazel Lancaster.

Now that you're gone, it hit us, super hard on Thanksgiving and Chrismas, this can't be right, yo you heard the track I did called this can't be life

Gratitude is what you feel. Thanksgiving is what you do.

I don't feel pain. I ain't got time for that. I let other people feel pain for me.

Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.

When you sit with a nice girl for two hours, it seems like two minutes; when you sit on a hot stove for two minutes, it seems like two hours. That's relativity.

The time I burned my guitar it was like a sacrifice. You sacrifice the things you love. I love my guitar.

I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us.

The whole idea of music, from the beginning of time, was for people to be happy

When I love, I do it without counting. I give myself entirely. And each time, it is the grand love of my life.

Yes, photography saved my life. Every time I go through something scary, traumatic, I survive by taking pictures.

When the day shall come that we do part," he said softly, and turned to look at me, "if my last words are not 'I love you'-ye'll ken it was because I didna have time.

She was ready to deny the existence of space and time rather than admit that love might not be eternal.

Tattoos exude pain and pleasure all at the same time.

No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a strange, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.

The modern artist is working with space and time, and expressing his feelings rather than illustrating.

a girl takes too much time to love and a few seconds to hate. but a boy takes a few seconds to love and too much time to hate.