Quotes about Emotion
Life's great happiness is to be convinced we are loved.
- Victor Hugo
Hey, mister, I don't think so. You go outside and yell at sky, you so angry.
- Rainbow Rowell
Step on my toe. Must I curse? I may. Must I forgive you? I may. Must I yell? I may. Must I smile? I may. What I do will reflect my character, but it is "I" who will act and not just react like a bell ringing when a button is pushed.
- James Sire
How did it all come about—this miracle of love? She didn't know. It had come upon her unawares... softly.
- Janette Oke
In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.
- Edith Wharton
Poetry and art are the breath of life to her.
- Edith Wharton
He took [the book] up, and found himself plunged in an atmosphere unlike any he had ever breathed in books; so warm, so rich, and yet so ineffably tender, that it gave a new and haunting beauty to the most elementary of human passions.
- Edith Wharton
When she said to him once It looks as if it was painted! it seemed to Ethan that the art of definition could go no farther, and that words had at last been found to utter his secret souls.
- Edith Wharton
Archer reddened to the temples, but dared not move or speak: it was as if her words had been some rare butterfly that the least motion might drive off on startled wings, but that might gather a flock about it if it were left undisturbed
- Edith Wharton
Not for the world would he have made a significant to her, though it seemed to him that his life hung on her next gesture.
- Edith Wharton
And if you can't come into the room without my feeling all over me a ripple of flame, & if, wherever you touch me, a heart beats under your touch, & if, when you hold me, & I don't speak, it's because all the words in me seem to have become throbbing pulses, & all my thoughts are a great golden blur (Joslin 20).
- Edith Wharton
The face she lifted to her dancers was the same which, when she saw him, always looked like a window that has caught the sunset. He even noticed two or three gestures which, in his fatuity, he had thought she kept for him: a way of throwing her head back when she was amused, as if to taste her laugh before she let it out, and a trick of sinking her lids slowly when anything charmed or moved her.
- Edith Wharton