Quotes About Emotion

Love is the only energy I've ever used as a writer. I've never written out of anger, although anger has informed love.

Those who don't know how to make love, make war.

One day you're going to remember me and how much I loved you... then you're going to hate yourself for letting me go.

Alekk turned back to me. There was a hint of softness in his eyes, but as he gripped my wrist it disappeared.

Any hint of kindness had gone from his face. It was only hateful now, hard and hateful, and I wanted

he saw, because the corner of his mouths curled up even higher.

Im so affected, that even my lungs are affected.

They were singing in French, but the melody was freedom and any American could understand that.

Now I have shed my first blood. I feel no qualms; no pride; no remorse. There is only a weary indifference that will follow me throughout the war.

Tell them about how you're never really a whole person if you remain silent, because there's always that one little piece inside you that wants to be spoken out, and if you keep ignoring it, it gets madder and madder and hotter and hotter, and if you don't speak it out one day it will just up and punch you in the mouth from the inside.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.

For me the only things of interests are those linked to the heart.

It's dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.

Why is love intensified by absence?

Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out, and the presentiment of its end destroys it at its very peak.

Oh, I have loved him too much to feel no hate for him.

It's wonderful how, the moment you talk about God and love, your voice becomes hard, and your eyes fill with hatred. No, Margret, you certainly haven't the true faith.

I cried a river of tears but he was too heavy to float on them. So I dragged him with me these years across an ocean.

i love music more than food!!!!!!!!!!

Poetry is the purest form of insanity.

The pain passes, but the beauty remains.

The work of art must seize upon you, wrap you up in itself and carry you away. It is the means by which the artist conveys his passion. It is the current which he puts forth which sweeps you along in his passion.

The main thing is to be moved, to love, to hope, to tremble, to live. Be a man before being an artist!