I was feeling so many emotions I could not muster one word.

I hadn't felt anything in years. It had take a long time to deaden myself to the world, years of numbing my emotions through active neglect; why did this thing always threaten to ruin my hard work?

It's surprising how many persons go through life without ever recognizing that their feelings toward other people are largely determined by their feelings toward themselves, and if you're not comfortable within yourself, you can't be comfortable with others.

I make people say what I couldn't say more beautifully. Sometimes because of the weakness of my language. Sometimes because of the weakness of my feelings.

Any emotion, if it is sincere, is involuntary.

Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for the truth.

It's very hard to let someone in when you've caused so much pain. . . to risk the emotion.

Okay have you ever liked a guy so much that, sometimes, it tingles inside you when he walks by you and you don't have the courage to say anything to him? Well, that's my situation. This guy is so out of my league that it's stupid even at the thought of me liking him, but still I do. I can't help it because strong feelings can't be stopped, right?

They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.

For me, photographs take their power from memory and emotion. A picture tells its own story, shaped by the mood or insights of the person you are at the time you see it. It becomes layered with the past and the present. It need not be of people you know: if a photograph is powerful, you enter it the moment it was taken. All that emerges from your observation becomes your own.

But that is the way we are made: we don't reason where we feel; we just feel.

Not the intensity but the duration of high feelings makes high men.

We fear passion and laugh at too much love and those who love too much. And still we long to feel.