#emotion

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. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#emotion #essay #expression #poetry #talent

Art is a captured emotion. When I say this I mean all artists, whether you are a photographer, a writer, or sculptor, you are trying to capture the way someone or something made you feel. As a story teller I am trying to captivate the audience and allow them to feel just a small portion of the emotion I am desperately trying to preserve. ↗

— Tommy Tran

#author #captivating #capturing #emotion #storytelling

(On the great colonel Robert Green Ingersoll) There was logic even in his laughter. He passed the cup of mirth, and in its sparkling foam were found the gems of unanswerable truth. Every variety of power was in this orator, – logic and poetry, humor and imagination, simplicity and dramatic art, moral and boundless sympathy. . . The effect on the people was indescribable. The large theatre was crowded from pit to dome. The people were carried from plaudits of his argument to loud laughter at his humorous sentences, and his flexible voice carried the sympathies of the assembly with it, at times moving them to tears by his pathos. ↗

— Moncure Daniel Conway

#logic #mirth #pathos #reason #respect

When a man is prey to his emotions, he is not his own master. ↗

— Benedict de Spinoza

#control #emotions #attitude

When she came to her senses again she cut off all contact with him. It had not been easy, but she had steeled herself. The last time she saw him she was standing on a platform in the tunnelbana at Gamla Stan and he was sitting in the train on his way downtown. She had stared at him for a whole minute and decided that she did not have a grain of feeling left, because it would have been the same as bleeding to death. Fuck you. ↗

— Stieg Larsson

#emotion #feeling #heartbreak #love #anger

He continued to stare out the window. "I meant what I said before. You need to walk away, Pidge. God knows I can't walk away from you. ↗

— Jamie McGuire

#emotional #sweet #beauty

You had to break, to be unbroken. In the brokenness, I had found, that which was unbroken. That which was perfect, and beautiful, and complete. ↗

— T. Scott McLeod

#healing-in-the-hurting-places #healing-the-emotional-self #imperfections #perfection #beauty

A waft of wind came sweeping down the laurel-walk, and trembled through the boughs of the chestnut: it wandered away-away-to an indefinite distance-it died. The nightingale's song was then the only voice of the hour: in listening to it, I again wept. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#emotional #beauty

She was a keen observer, a precise user of language, sharp-tongued and funny. She could stir your emotions. Yes, really, that's what she was so good at - stirring people's emotions, moving you. And she knew she had this power...I only realized later. At the time, I had no idea what she was doing to me. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#emotional #norwegian-wood #beauty

Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip, for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#inspirational #change