emotion

Every great movement needs an agitator. Every leader of spiritual ideals need a John the Baptist.

Instead of letting our emotions run amok with our minds, we can use our minds as tools that allow us to build realities that serve us better,and we attract what we are meant to attract because we are aware and self-empowered enough to choose most of the time.

I feel like I've been through a lot in the past couple of years, But I've kept pretty stable. That's because I channel that emotion into performance. I can handle emotion as long as it's only a song. It works for me, and I don't want to change it. I don't have anything left for writing.

These past two days, I__e seen a fire in your eyes that I never have before. Granted, it__ mostly anger and frustration, but it__ still emotion.

Painting is a great outlet for those inner emotions you cannot get out any other way.

If words had cost money, Tom couldn't have used them more sparingly. The adjectives were purely descriptive, relating to form and colour, and were used to present the objects under consideration, not the young explorer's emotions. Yet through this austerity one felt the kindling imagination, the ardour and excitement of the boy, like the vibration in a voice when the speaker strives to conceal his emotion by using only the conventional phrases.

I couldn't forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified.

When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but creatures of emotion.

It had been so long since she__ given herself permission to just feel without thinking, to act without discussing the consequences. And yeah, there would be consequences, she had no doubt.

A gentle, warm, sweet pain spreads through my chest at those words.

The emotion of art is impersonal. And the poet cannot reach this impersonality without surrendering himself wholly to the work to be done. And he is not likely to know what is to be done unless he lives in what is not merely the present, but the present moment of the past, unless he is conscious, not of what is dead, but of what is already living.

Love is a strange but wonderful. Who realy knows what it is? I know what it is to me...its you.

Normal. She wanted normal and so did I. "You know what's normal?""What?" She wiped away her remaining tears. "Calculus.

I__ serious, now let me know every time you see her cry. The thought brings me great joy. Hope.

... this stray little thought released in him some echo of the past, a solitary trembling note whose sound rose higher and higher in his chest, awakening inarticulate longings and, inseparable from them, a piercing, unfamiliar sorrow.

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity--it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.

If I open my mouthMy word would be of love and hopeTenderness completing me from inside out

It is one thing to rouse the passion of a people, and quite another to lead them.