Quotes about Emotion

But some people can't tell where it hurts. They can't calm down. They can't ever stop howling.

He's coming to hate the gratitude of women. It is like being fawned on by rabbits, or like being covered with syrup: you can't get it off.

The poems that used to entrance me in the days of Miss Violence now struck me as overdone and sickly. Alas, burthen, thine, cometh, aweary —the archaic language of unrequited love. I was irritated with such words, which rendered the unhappy lovers—I could now see—faintly ridiculous, like poor moping Miss Violence herself. Soft-edged, blurry, soggy, like a bun fallen into the water. Nothing you'd want to touch

My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red. —ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON, Maud, 1855.

It would make me feel that I have power. But such a feeling would be an illusion, and too risky.

Sex and violence, he thinks now. A lot of the songs were about that. We didn't even notice. We thought it was art.

The pain gave me something definite to think about, something immediate. It was something to hold onto.

The bathrobe was magenta, a colour that still makes him anxious whenever he sees it.

The protector was her, the greater power was her, the Universe that took an interest was her as well; always her. "I love you," I said.

The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total. We were waiting, always, for the incarnation. That word, made flesh. 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

Poems are made of words. They aren't boxes. They aren't houses. Nobody is in them, really.

Nothing is ever settled," says Jocelyn. "Every day is different. Isn't it better to do something because you've decided to? Rather than because you have to?" "No, it isn't," says Charmaine. "Love isn't like that. With love, you can't stop yourself." She wants the helplessness, she wants…