Emotional Outpouring Quotes

I don’t even know what I’m writing, I have no idea, I don’t know anything, and I’m not reading over it, and I’m not correcting my style, and I’m writing just for the sake of writing, just for the sake of writing more to you… My precious, my darling, my dearest!

Even today I am not ashamed to say that, overpowered by stormy enthusiasm, I fell down on my knees and thanked Heaven from an overflowing heart for granting me the good fortune of being permitted to live at this time.

My tears simply broke through the fragile wallthat had held them, and with a terrible feeling of shame, I laid my head upon the table and let them drain out of me.

My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out.

But most people don't come up to me and express a lot of emotion.

I hugged him without any kind of fear or self-consciousness, fiercely, with a rush of emotion that almost brought tears to my eyes. "I could kiss you!" Chubs cried. "Please don't!" I gasp out, feeling his arms tighten around my ribs to the point of cracking them.

There's a kind of passionate expression in all my pieces. It's just that the nature of the expression takes different forms.

I love the power of the musician who composes and performs. I envy their ability to put a nugget of truth in three minutes of sweat and emotional outpouring, colored entirely from their thoughts.

Many Americans don't mourn in public anymore - we don't wear black, we don't beat our chests and wail.

I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out.

It has been the most extraordinary occasion, the most comprehensive and controlled display of public grief I am ever likely to witness.

My bursting heart must find vent at my pen.

If someone wants to say 'I love you' in a straight play, they say it, and then it's the other person's turn to talk. But in a song, you can sing about it for another three minutes. The musical form has that unique opportunity to express at length what joy really feels like.

So let me be thy choir, and make a moan Upon the midnight hours.

Expressing anger is necessary.

Love letters lack taste. No restraint: falling off cliffs, going up in flames.

Music as a social conduit has always been important to me.

Crying was like pissing everything out on the ground.

The excruciating moments of drama are when people are allowed to show or say what they feel.

Let's just say my phone blew up when I came out on global television. The only people that knew were my immediate family members and my closest friends, maybe like three of them. So you can imagine how many texts and emails and Facebook messages that I got after coming out, most of which were very supportive from the LGBT community.

Maudlin scenes where people pour their heart out to one another? I don't want to see it.

She put her head down on the table and cried all the tears that she knew she should have cried in the past year and a half. But they weren't ready then, they were now.

I wasn't sure if I admired him for feeling everything so hard and fiercely, or if I was contemptuous of him for having so much emotion that he had to spill it out every window of the house.