Emotion Quotes

Even in ordinary times there are very few of us who do not see the problems of life as through a glass, darkly; and when the glass is clouded by the murk of furious popular passion, the vision of the best and the bravest is dimmed.

Tom's great yellow bronze mask all draped upon an iron framework. An inhibited, nerve-drawn; dropped face - as if hung on a scaffold of heavy private brooding; and thought.

What is the singing of birds, or any natural sound, compared with the voice of one we love.

Sometimes people need to experience acute suffering before the thinking and the awareness of the consciousness separate. People then realize there is another dimension in them that is not thinking but the ability to be aware of thinking. It is not emotion but the ability to be aware of emotion.

Sing it not in mournful numbers.

Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry, Cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life but take no form I Cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friend, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on. The world moves fast and it would rather pass by. Then to stop and see what makes one cry, so painful and sad. And sometimes... I Cry and no one cares about why.

I will sleep no more but arise, You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms.

Out of the depths of my happy heart wells a great tide of love and prayer for this priceless treasure that is confided to my lifelong keeping. You cannot see its waves as they flow toward you, darling, but in these lines you will hear...the distant beating of its surf.

The pleasure of love is in loving; we are happier in the passion we feel than in what we inspire.

My wretched dragon is perplexed.

I want to get to the stage where nobody can tell how a picture of mine is done. What's the point of that? Simply that I want nothing but emotion given off by it.

Your story needs to move people’s spirits and build their goodwill, so that when you finally do ask them to buy from you, they feel like you’ve given them so much it would be almost rude to refuse.

The ego's form of happiness can't exist without unhappiness. The ego will be happy when something good happens but unhappy when it ends.

My sorrow is my castle.

Ah! my poor brain is racked and crazed, My spirit and senses amazed!

Ah, that shows you the power of music, that magician of magician, who lifts his wand and says his mysterious word and all things real pass away and the phantoms of your mind walk before you clothed in flesh.

Love is reducing the universe to one being.

If we can (generate) the right emotion inside of us, we can get ourselves to do anything. If you don’t have the money, but you’re creative and determined enough, you’ll find the way.

Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, but thankful even for hate that is meant love.

Words are the voice of the heart.

Men are less sentimental than women. No man has ever seen the movie THE WAY WE WERE twice, voluntarily.

When I listen to 'Nevermind,' I hate the production, but there's something about it that almost makes me cry at times.

The heart never takes the place of the head: but it can, and should, obey it.

But there are some situations of the human mind in which good sense has very little power.

The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, all ennui s, vanish, all duties even.

Nothing feels worse than other people's good times.

For a tear is quickly dried, especially when shed for the misfortunes of others.

"O' course I came to look arter you, my darlin'," replied Mr. Weller; for once permitting his passion to get the better of his veracity.

Love is a net that catches hearts like a fish

Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.

I answer the heroic question, 'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'It is in my heart and mind and memories.

You have to find actors who have the ability to display a wide range of emotion effectively. That's so much harder than it seems.

Our country is that spot to which our heart is bound.

Let man fear woman when she loves: then she makes any sacrifice, and everything else seems without value to her

In the death of my son, now more than two years ago, I seem to have lost a beautiful estate,--no more. I cannot get it nearer to me.

Blushing is the color of virtue.

I’m not mad. I’m in a perfectly happy mood, you asshole.

However inadequate our ideas of causal efficacy may be, we are less wide of the mark when we say that our ideas and feelings have it, than the Automatists are when they say they haven't it. As in the night all cats are gray, so in the darkness of metaphysical criticism all causes are obscure. But one has no right to pull the pall over the psychic half of the subject only . . . whilst in the same breath one dogmatizes about material causation as if Hume, Kant, and Lotze had never been born.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

The weather is entrancing, but in my heart there is no sun.

We've all been put to sleep by somebody who's told us all these wonderful facts that didn't matter because information without emotion is not retained.

Soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping

There is in man a specific lust for cruelty which infects even his passion of pity and makes it savage.

The bad times I can handle. It's the good times that drive me crazy. When is the other shoe going going to drop?

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

There are tones of voices that mean more than words.

I've had no problem harnessing anger.

Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulness of all other things. How shall we ask passion to be logical?

Women are more attuned to feelings than men are, and if they’re not being truthful, more often than not it’s because they think truth might hurt your feelings. But it doesn’t mean they don’t love you.

Crying can bring relief, as long as you don't cry alone.

As for the bishop, the sight of the guillotine was a great shock to him, from which he recovered only slowly.

Give all to love; Obey thy heart.

I do not now begin, - I still adore Her whom I early cherish'd in my breast; Then once again with prudence dispossess'd, And to whose heart I'm driven back once more. The love of Petrarch, that all-glorious love, Was unrequited, and, alas, full sad.

Come! you presence will either give me life or kill me with pleasure.

He pleaded so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words.

Sometimes you just don't like somebody

The dreamer's valuation of a thing lost - not another man's - is the only standard to measure it by, and his grief for it makes it large and great and fine, and is worthy of our reverence in all cases.

My melancholy is the most faithful sweetheart I have had.

I would like to be able to breathe— to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely.

Women's glances express what they dare not speak.