Quotes about Emotions

What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.

Words pale and lose their savor while pain is always new.

He thought each memory recalled must do some violence to its origins.

The elevation of grief to a status transcending that which it sorrows.

In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will.

Music is made out of nothing but some fairly simple rules. Yet it's true that no one made them up. The rules. The notes themselves amount to almost nothing. But why some particular arrangement of these notes should have such a profound effect on our emotions is a mystery beyond even the hope of comprehension. Music is not a language. it has no reference to anything other than itself

Grief is the stuff of life. A life without grief is no life at all. But regret is a prison.

It was the nature of his profession that his experience with death should be greater than for most and he said that while it was true that time heals bereavement it does so only at the cost of the slow extinction of those loved ones from the heart's memory which is the sole place of their abode then or now. Faces fade, voices dim. Seize them back, whispered the sepulturero. Speak with them. Call their names. Do this and do not let sorrow die for it is the sweetening of every gift

He said that the world could only be known as it existed in men's hearts. For while it seemed a place which contained men it was in reality a place contained within them and therefore to know it one must look there and come to know those hearts and to do this one must live with men and not simply pass among them.

What the Squire has never understood is that forgiveness has a time line. While it's never too late for revenge.

We should know and celebrate God with our whole person. While too many Christians neglect to serve God with the mind, others cultivate only their minds and neglect the emotional aspects of worship.

Instead of her soul swaying with new life, it seemed to droop, to bleed, as if it were wounded.