Quotes About Emotion

What we have yet to discover, and it is probably beyond our mental horizons to do so at this time, is how emotional phenomena can stimulate physiologic ones. That they do is unquestionable, but for the time being, we may have to be content with Benjamin Franklin's observation: "Nor is it of much Importance to us to know the Manner in which Nature executes her Laws: tis enough to know the Laws themselves.

Good writing is always about things that are important to you, things that are scary to you, things that eat you up.

a crying grown-up with no visible damage, who knew what that meant?

Each time we explore Bach's music we feel as if we have traveled great distances to, and through, a remote but entrancing soundscape

Music is the only language in which you cannot say a mean or sarcastic thing.

The cricket was no more, but the power of love had found its way, and I was again myself and no longer a cricket, I was Arturo Bandini, and the elm tree yonder was Miss Hopkins, and I got to my knees and put my arms around the tree, kissing it for love everlasting, tearing the bark with my teeth and spitting it on the lawn.

She came with her eyes blacker and wider than ever, walking towards me on soft feet, smiling mysteriously, until I thought I would faint from the pounding of my heart.

Ama o ölüyor." "Kim ölmüyor ki?

Fu come se avesse appoggiato le labbra su un pezzo di arrosto freddo

We talked, she and I. She asked about my work and it was a pretense, she was not interested in my work. And when I answered, it was a pretense. I was not interested in my work either. There was only one thing that interested us, and she knew it. She had made it plain by her coming.

Los Angeles, give me some of you! Los Angeles come to me the way I came to you, my feet over your streets, you pretty town I loved you so much, you sad flower in the sand, you pretty town!

Hate can destroy you or it can fuel you. I knew I had to find a way for it to fuel me." Krzyzewski

I believe you should do three things every single day of your life," he said. "One, you should laugh. Two, you should think. Pause and think about your life. And third, you should cry. Get yourself into a state of emotion where you shed a tear. If you do all three of those things—laugh, think, and cry—well, that's one heck of a day." Eight

Then, driven by the same impulse, they kissed him--Aylss on the let cheek, Evanlyn on the right. And then they glared daggers at each other.

He could bear the dying, but not the disappointment.

It formed into small drops on his weather beaten features, drops that rolled down his cheeks. Strangely, some of them tasted like salt.

Will was worth at least a few tears from a grizzled old wreck like himself, he thought, and made no move to wipe them away.

Hello, Hal," she said. He took a deep breath. "Lotte. How are you?" he said, trying to make sure his voice didn't crack. His throat felt dry all of a sudden.

If she was expecting sympathy from the older Ranger, she was disappointed. He emitted a short bark of decidedly unsympathetic laughter.

Women," he muttered to himself. "They're nothing but trouble.

Then, driven by the same impulse, they kissed him—Alyss on the left cheek, Evanlyn on the right. And then glared daggers at each other.

The faintest hint of a smile touched Halt's pale face.

Wat kan mij zijn pijn schelen?' snauwde Maddie. 'Ik vind het een fijne pijl.

she (Lydia) shrugged and moved away, a slight smile on her face.