#motion

Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us. ↗

— Brian Jacques

#emotion #emotions #flowers #fruit #growing

Never confuse motion with action. ↗

— Benjamin Franklin

#confuse #motion #never

When your action is gone, and all that’s left is motionlessness, I’ll be there, whistling.
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— Jarod Kintz

#alone #lonely #motion #motionlessness #whistle

I am nothing but novocaine. I am numb, a world of nothing, all feeling and emotion gone forever. I am a whisper that never was. ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

#emotion

I will not fall for any of the following: alcoholics, workaholics, commitment phobics, people with girlfriends or wives, misogynists, megalomanics, chauvists, emotional fuckwits or freeloaders, perverts. ↗

— Helen Fielding

#emotion

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#emotion

It was the sort of bone deep emotion that made him want to hold her tighter with one hand, and draw a sword against the world with the other. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#romance #emotion

Not merely hope, but any burdensome yearning: ambition, hatred, love (especially love) - how rarely do our emotions meet the object they seem to deserve? How hopelessly we signal; how dark the sky; how big the waves. We are all lost at see, washed between hope and despair, hailing something that may never come to rescue us. Catastrophe has become art; but this is no reducing process. It is freeing, enlarging, explaining. Catastrophe has become art: that is, after all, what it is for. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#emotions #feelings #art

Sometimes we must undergo hardships, breakups, and narcissistic wounds, which shatter the flattering image that we had of ourselves, in order to discover two truths: that we are not who we thought we were; and that the loss of a cherished pleasure is not necessarily the loss of true happiness and well-being. (109) ↗

— Jean-Yves Leloup

#emotional-wounds #happiness #hardships #self-image #suffering

Because I’m emotionally immature, I’d prefer letting go of you early and always remembering you as you were, rather than hanging on and letting things develop and blossom and then eventually decay.
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— Jarod Kintz

#decay #develop #development #early #emotional