emotion

Whatever your heart clings to and confides in, that is really your God, your functional savior.

There was still one response, the greatest, that she had missed. She thought: To find a feeling that would hold, as their sum, as their final expression, the purpose of all the things she loved on earth... To find a consciousness like her own, who would be the meaning of her world, as she would be of his... No, not Francisco d'Anconia, not Hank Rearden, not any man she had ever met or admired... A man who existed only in her knowledge of her capacity for an emotion she had never felt, but would have given her life to experience.

In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel, my boy, is a rare gift indeed.

If you hold back on the emotions--if you don't allow yourself to go all the way through them--you can never get to being detached, you're too busy being afraid. You're afraid of the pain, you're afraid of the grief. You're afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails. But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your heard even, you experience them fully and completely.

I'm numb and I'm tired. Too much has happened today. I feel as if I'd been out in a pounding rain for forty-eight hours without an umbrella or a coat. I'm soaked to the skin with emotion.

I never thought meeting you would be this boring. I thought we'd put our Italian emotion into gear and scream the place down. I never expected indifference.

Can I touch you?__is lashes closed, resting on the tops of his tanned, sculpted cheeks as his smile grew broad. __ou don__ have to ask._ I reached out immediately but paused within inches of contact. He must__e sensed my hesitation because he reopened his eyes. __hat__ wrong?__ swallowed, utterly overwhelmed. __ don__ know where to start.__ason__ gaze warmed . He wrapped strong warm fingers around my wrist and drew my palm forward, leading me where he wanted my hand to follow. When he set it on the center of his chest, right over his heart and pressed my flesh to his as if fingerprinting my soul to his. I blinked back gratified tears.__tart here. No one__ ever touched me here before.

Dandies, who _ as you know - scorn all emotions as being beneath them, and do not believe, like that simpleton Goethe, that astonishment can ever be a proper feeling for the human mind.

Emotions is evil. People who make me feel are worse. I take comfort in the stone inside of me. If I don't feel, I don't hurt.

The spiritual life to me has always meant just one thing: emotion. Emotion is the poetry of life.

States of the atmosphere pass into us as water through the meshes of a sieve, and storms occur in us before they break upon the world without, creating restless sensations. ("Absolute Evil")

She begins to feel that the reality show is the university she never attended. Vicarious reality. Emotion without a value-added tax. Movement without danger. Alma finds her reality. She no longer has a reason to put herself at risk and go out into the hostile, degrading world.

Emotions make us human. Denying them makes us beasts.

Emotion is what counts: it is more valuable than anything.

Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit.

I know that man is capable of great deeds. But if he isn't capable of great emotion, well, he leaves me cold.

Then he commandeered the floor, shooting back and forth like some hot Latin lover. When he finished, everyone applauded. He could have stayed in that moment forever.

Love, in short is the most dangerous emotion human can experience