If she had hurt me, I could have forgiven her without even having to think about it; but I couldn't forgive her for being hurt.

Come, sir, come,I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love.Look, here I have you, thus I let you go,And give you to the gods.

I took a deep breath, however, and followed my rule of never speaking frankly to women in moments of emotion. No good comes of this.

When we want mood experiences, we go to concerts or museums. When we want meaningful emotional experience, we go to the storyteller.

Heaven forbid that I should regard the limitation of my sympathy as anything save a red light which warns me not to criticize at all.

There may be more danger in prejudices which are apparently founded in logic than in those which are acknowledged as emotions. (p69)

I’ll bet I could find some hurtful words in a pile of sticks and stones. Something like an insincere and deceptive "I love you.

You learned to run from what you feel, and that's why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control.

No...No...We don't walk away but when we're holding on to something precious we run. We run away. We run as fast as we can.

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.

She could and had faced an armed laser in the hands of a mad mutant mercenary with less fear than she faced such unswerving emotion...

A little inhumanity does not describe you as heartless, rather, it is a way of telling others that you have a heart that can get angry.

Let go of your disappointments, mistakes and failures. May you find complete healing, renewed spiritual strength and courage to begin again.

I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel

Sometimes in the great soundtrack of our lives there are no words, there are only emotions; I believe this is why God gave us classical music.