Sharing Emotions Quotes

Overall, I think the main thing a musician would like to do is give to the listener the many wonderful things he knows of and senses in the universe... That's what I would like to do. I think that's one of the greatest things you can do in life, and we all try to do that in some way. The musician's is through his music.

And he made love to her, offering his body in both tenderness and anger, unsure which was the best way to pass her bits of his soul so that she could patch her own with it

Help me, Mikey, she wanted to say. I’m afraid. More afraid than you’d ever believe.’ And he’d take her hand and they’d fly across the rooftops and up into space and sit on some planet and watch a double sunrise or maybe a star being born or some other event that no human had ever seen, her head on his shoulder, his arm around her. And she’d tell him everything.

And yet, words are the passkeys to our souls. Without them, we can't really share the enormity of our lives.

What we love usually manages to get into our conversation. What is down in the well of the heart will come up in the bucket of the speech.

There are essentially two main reasons to hold a phone up at a show. First, to capture a memory for yourself, a reminder of the moment you're enjoying. And second, to share that moment with someone - to express your emotions socially. Both seem perfectly legitimate to me.

Amy: I had something I wanted to tell him. Stuff always gets in the way. Canton: Stuff does that.

Talking about your feeling with someone who is willing to listen can be enormously consoling, especially if that person has experienced a death similar to the one you are grieving.

...at last I understood that writing was this: an impulse to share with other people a feeling or truth that I myself had.

If grief is to be mitigated, it must either wear itself out or be shared.

I did not know how to share with someone the fact that I was really, really depressed.

Not explaining science seems to me perverse. When you're in love, you want to tell the world.

Look around. Take the tour. Fear hangs on the wall and shame sometimes. Emotional dislocation too. But I am brave in my admission. Are you? When no one is looking, I check to see if anyone seems as scared as me, or lonely, or shy, or insecure. Is it just me? I'm not so sure. Is your heart an onion too? Show me yours, I'll show you mine we used to say. Your turn. Peel away.

If I break my finger, I go to accident and emergency. If I have a cold, I go to the pharmacy. If I'm broken inside, where do I go? So, to help myself heal, I felt the best way to do this would be to talk, to share and to better understand what it is that I have.

Any song I do, I put my heart and soul into and, as an artist, you can only hope it makes other people feel the way you feel when making it.

When it comes to letting the world in on the secrets of his heart, he has about as much shrinking reticence as a steam calliope.

When you're in a functional friendship or a functional relationship, and you feel like you've got something to share, you can share it with a friend, a lover or whatever.

I want to speak, to sing to total strangers. It's my way of talking to the world.

The idea of giving someone something that I got, that makes me feel sad.

But coming to terms with one’s sorrow is one thing; sharing it with strangers is quite another.

If you have to cry, it's okay. I'll cry with you.

I just wanted to express myself and put out music of how I'm feeling - give back to my fans and gain new ones in the process.

I write songs for myself, but I never keep them. I'm like, 'O.K., that was my therapy - it's out of my body now. I'm going to give it to somebody else so it can be their therapy, too.'

Lou knew that joy unshared was a halved emotion, just as sadness and loss, when borne alone, were often doubled.

In writing with detail, you are turning to face the world. It is a deeply political act, because you are not staying in the heat of your own emotions. You are offering up some good solid bread for the hungry.