Quotes About Emotion

Cuando me siento con mi esposa y le presto veinte minutos de toda mi atención y ella hace lo mismo para mí, nos damos veinte minutos de vida. Nunca más tendremos esos veinte minutos; nos damos nuestras vidas el uno al otro. Esto es un poderoso comunicador emocional de amor.

Forgiveness is not a feeling; it is a commitment. It

An ancient sage once said, "A soft answer turns away anger.

Love is the most important word in the English language—and the most confusing.

Author Ambrose Bierce said, "Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret.

She came over and looked at the picture. Then she took my hand. You know what that feels like? Like what the astronauts will feel when they step onto the moon for the very first time.

You know, when someone has been crying, something gets left in the air. It's not something you can see or smell, or feel. Or draw. But it's there.

I desire you, it's as simple and awful as that.... it's idiotic, but I love you.

Because every day in my journal I write down the best thing that's happened to me. And today it's you. When When Johanna said that, I felt light, warm in that spot just above my stomach where it usually feels clenched and tight.

The memory was like a knife cutting into him. Slicing deep into him with hate.

most important rule of survival, which was that feeling sorry for yourself didn't work. It wasn't just that it was wrong to do, or that it was considered incorrect. It was more than that—it didn't work. When he sat alone in the darkness and cried and was done, all done with it, nothing had changed.

I want to be loved so badly, it verges on mild insanity.

I am not good with others.

The radio station was playing Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake , a sure sign that things were much worse than they appeared.

The love I felt for her on that train ride had a capital and provinces, parishes and a Vatican, an orange planet and many sullen moons—it was systemic and it was complete.

I was proud of New York, now more than ever, for it had survived something another city would have not: its own rage.

Seema agreed with him, although a part of her, no, most of her, wanted to be emotionally moved, to replace her fears of Trump with the love of country that Hamilton so implicitly promised.

Senderovsky to Ed: When I stopped falling in love. My art died.

The nesting doll of memory collapses into its component pieces, each leading someplace smaller and smaller [...]

I could almost love you again.

The poetic image is a sudden salience on the surface of the psyche

A house that has been experienced is not an inert box. Inhabited space transcends geometrical space.

Memories of the outside world will never have the same tonality as those of home and, by recalling these memories, we add to our store of dreams; we are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.

Poetry, rather than being a phenomenology of the mind, is a phenomenology of the soul.