Quotes About Emotion

Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by Singularity—it should strike the Reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a Remembrance.

Poetry should please by a fine excess and not by singularity. It should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost as a remembrance.

Touch has a memory.

I have so much of you in my heart.

I love the place, and when they get love down to a bunch of factors you can analyse with a computer therell be nothing left of whatever makes it worth being human!

But something held me back. Perhaps I was stopped by that level of feeling, deeper than thought, which contains the truth.

One day you'll remember this moment, and it'll mean something very different. Maybe you'll cringe and laugh, or brim with pride, aching to return. Or notice some detail hidden in the scene, a future landmark making its first appearance or discreetly taking its final bow.

Emotions are none of these. As a result, there's a huge blind spot in the language of emotion, vast holes in the lexicon that we don't even know we're missing. We have thousands of words for different types of finches and schooners and historical undergarments, but only a rudimentary vocabulary to capture the delectable subtleties of the human experience.

ambedo a momentary trance of emotional clarity.

skidding v. intr. the practice of making offhand comments that sound sarcastic but are actually sincere and deeply felt.

lumus the poignant humaness beneath the spectacle of society.

yu yi the longing to feel things intensely again.

backmasking n. the instinctive tendency to see someone as you knew them in their youth, a burned-in image of grass-stained knees, graffitied backpacks or handfuls of birthday cake superimposed on an adult with a degree, an illusion formed when someone opens the door to your emotional darkroom while the memory is still developing.

Not so long ago, to be sad meant you were filled to the brim with some intensity of experience.

But true sadness is actually the opposite, an exuberant upwelling that reminds you how fleeting and mysterious and open-ended life can be.

Identity is memory; when memory disappears, the self dissolves and love with it.

She has the acuity to sit inside an emotion and parse it.

Who really needs to be commanded to love? Anyone who has loved anything in life, be it another person, an animal, a place in nature, a work of art—whatever—knows that love comes by its own power. It cannot and need not be commanded.

As memory may be a paradise from which we cannot be driven, it may also be a hell from which we cannot escape.

He looked as if he he subsisted exclusively on carbohydrates and ill feeling.

I love movies that make me cry, because they're tapping into a real emotion in me, and I always think afterwards: how did they do that?

If Poland was not so much a country, more a state of mind, then Russia was less a country, less a state of mind than an hysterical heart.

One year on Christmas Eve he told us that Santa wasn't giving out any presents because he was depressed and suicidal.

Everything is clearer when you're in love.