Tearful Affect Quotes & Sayings

The writer, an old man with a white moustache, had some difficulty getting into bed. — Sherwood Anderson

I can't shake the feeling that all these conspiracy theorists are in on it. — Wynne McLaughlin

Every individual should be expressing themselves, whether a politician or a minister or a policeman. — Dave Brubeck

For grace may only be found briefly, and always in the midst of madness. — Catherynne M Valente

She's an awful woman," said Hermione in a small voice. "Awful. You know, I was just saying to Ron when you came in . . . we've got to do something about her." "I suggested poison," said Ron grimly. — J.K. Rowling

The sensory misers will inherit the earth, but first they will make it not worth living on. When you consider something like death, after which we may well go out like a candle flame, then it probably won't matter if we try too hard, are awkward sometimes, care for one another too deeply, are excessively curious about nature, are too open to experience, enjoy a nonstop expense of the senses in an effort to know life intimately and lovingly. — Diane Ackerman

There are many different ways to be poor in the world but increasingly there seems to be one single way to be rich. — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Transported to a surreal landscape, a young girl kills the first person she meets and then teams up with three strangers to kill again. — Rick Polito

To me, thoughts are fun and art is fun. The strength of our society should not be idle entertainments but the joy of pursuing ideas. — Philip Kaufman

The first day of 'Bling Ring,' I was so nervous and freaking out. I'm a know-it-all and was going into a situation where I couldn't predict what would happen. — Katie Chang

Yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skilfully curled) all worlds — E. E. Cummings

What the leave left me on deposit after the grace period expired: a crazy sad elation, as sad as it was exciting. A wretched happiness, yet another affect I've never suspected I could feel, a tearful happiness, lightened, raked by claws, to discover that death lets pass, that it may sheathe its claws, admit exceptions. As if one could do everything one imagines doing, all of us living dead dying life death and other beings subject to laws so harsh but open to interpretation, natural phenomena. An extra-mortal joy that doesn't take its eyes off death. No denials. I don't deny the sentence, its execution, its terrible consequences, the solitude, the weakening, the ruination of beauties the carnage of skies, global chlorosis, anxiety, that demolish us, the butchery of living moments, the pulling out by the roots of the hearts of things and beings. But that day it was clear to me we had found: the answer. This was the Granting of Leave. It will suffice. — Helene Cixous