#motion

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

She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes -- her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green -- exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just like Harry's did. Harry was so close to the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection. "Mum?" he whispered. "Dad?" They just looked at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man who looked as though he had Harry's knobbly knees -- Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life. The Potters smiled and waved at Harry and he stared hungrily back at them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them. He had a powerful kind of ache inside of him, half joy, half terrible sadness. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#family #sad #wistfulness #family

Feelings do not grow old along with the body. Feelings form part of a world I don’t know, but it’s a world where there’s no time, so space, no frontiers. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#feelings #emotion

Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#emotion

Even when I try to stir myself up, I just get irritated because I can't make anything come out. And in the middle of the night I lie here thinking about all this. If I don't get back on track somehow, I'm dead, that's the sense I get. There isn't a single strong emotion inside me. ↗

— Banana Yoshimoto

#depression #kitchen #emotion