Quotes about Emotion

Anger cannot be dishonest.

If you are distressed about anything, the pain is not one to the thing but to your own estimate to it.

For when the soul is deprived of emotion, what difference is there — I do not say between man and the beasts of the field, but between man and a stock or a stone, or any such thing?

I knew what love was supposed to be: obsession with undertones of nausea.

People cry at weddings for the same reason they cry at happy endings: because they so desperately want to believe in something they know is not credible.

If I thought this would never happen again I would die. But this is wrong, nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from.

Amazing how the heart clutches at anything familiar, whimpering Mine!Mine!

I have them, these attacks of the past, like faintness, a wave sweeping over my head.

And sometimes it happened, for a time. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain. You would look at the man one day and you would think, I loved you, and the tense would be past, and you would be filled with a sense of wonder, because it was such an amazing and precarious and dumb thing to have done; and you would know too why your friends had been evasive about it, at the time. There is a good deal of comfort, now, in remembering this.

On impulse he might die for her, but living for her would be quite different. He has no talent for monotony.

The stains on the mattress. Like dried flower petals. Not recent. Old love; there's no other kind of love in this room now.

Perhaps he was merely being friendly. Perhaps he saw the look on my face and mistook it for something else. Really what I wanted was the cigarette.