emotions

I am emotional about engines, if you hurt my car, you hurt my heart.

I am so obsessed with the cars that sometimes I feel like my heart is not a muscle, it's an engine.

Take care of your car in the garage, and the car will take care of you on the road.

When you say to someone "follow your heart", it actually refers to the rhetorical representation of various emotions, that are precisely produced from neural activity of the limbic system.

I love the wheels, I mean steering wheel.

There's a certain charm to fragile hearts_

I__ where my heart is because that__ my home! And I believe that the best place to live is in somebody__ heart. I__ a firm believer in loving kindness and forgiveness. I feel so much lighter not to be carrying the weight of negative emotions.

Everybody has a home team: It__ the people you call when you get a flat tire or when something terrible happens. It__ the people who, near or far, know everything that__ wrong with you and love you anyways. These are the ones who tell you their secrets, who get themselves a glass of water without asking when they__e at your house. These are the people who cry when you cry. These are your people, your middle-of-the-night, no-matter-what people.

His heart is too full, and no words to release it.

My heart feels not so much in my chest as in my hands. I am carrying it along swiftly, as though I have become the messenger for what is going on inside me.

Your heart is the beacon, your heart is the storm. Dare to embrace it; you'll never be torn.

What is this "heart"? If I tear open that chest of yours, will I see it there? If I smash open that skull of yours, will I see it there?~ulquiorra

All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own.

Art is the reflection of pure emotion and mind, the nature of sensation. An artist illustrates that.

alone, drinking coffee, listening to the playlist that include the songs that remember you with the best and bad moments of your life.what a hard emotional moment !!

I could turn up the volume on their songs and that loudness matched all my panic and fear, anger and emotions that seemed up until that point to be uncontrollable, even amorphous.

Good lyrics always drown me with them till they cease to flow.

I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality.