Emotional sustenance Quotes

Neither love nor fire can subsist without perpetual motion; both cease to live so soon as they cease to hope, or to fear.

Nor do we merely feel these essences for one short hour no, even as these trees that whisper round a temple become soon dear as the temples self, so does the moon, the passion posey, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light unto our souls and bound to us so fast, that wheather there be shine, or gloom o'er cast, They always must be with us, or we die.

Books bear him up a while, and make him try to swim with bladders of philosophy.

The poet: would rather eat a heart than a hambone.

Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.

Maybe I was blessed that my main drive was purely selfish. I needed to make something, make my life better, wider, have poetry in my life, have something that gives me hope on an everyday basis. That was my main drive all along, really.

Love's a thin Diet, nor will keep out Cold.

Hope is a light diet, but very stimulating.

There is only one fault, only one: our inability to feed upon light.

Love is the only thing - I don't want to say that "makes it bearable" - but I feel like without the possibility of love, this place would just devour us.

Love is all there is, it makes the world go 'round Love and only love, it can't be denied No matter what you think about it You just won't be able to do without it Take a tip from one who's tried

Man lives more by affirmation than by bread.

All sorrows are less with bread.

Of course you can't stop. It is physically impossible for the human mind to think of nothing. The soul craves emotion, and it will continue to seek fuel for that emotion-good or bad. Your problem is that you're giving it the wrong fuel.

It's not so," I said. "And how long do you think it will sustain you, feeling and seeing and touching and tasting, if there is no love? No one with you?

Love is something we must have. We must have it because our spirits feed upon it.

I have a million small memories that will sustain me through life.

Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles.

Love, like fire, cannot subsist without constant impulse; it ceases to live from the moment it ceases to hope or to fear.

It was always a relief when she came home to him. Like water or food. Like music or that moment when you cut yourself with a knife and squeeze the skin and no blood oozes out.

It is necessary for the heart to feel as for the body to be fed.

Oh! grief is fantastic; it weaves a web on which to trace the history of its woe from every form and change around; it incorporates itself with all living nature; it finds sustenance in every object; as light, it fills all things, and, like light, it gives its own colors to all.

Our entire being is nourished by color.