George Eliot Quotes

I can be quite surprised by what makes me cry, but it's usually spiritual things.

I'm a sensitive guy; I respond to things that make my eyes well up a little bit, or make me root for people. I find the human condition interesting.

I'm a very sensitive person by nature. Things move me very easily, like music or videos on Facebook, and I feel for people.

I don't think you can cry if the script is rubbish. I have to feel it; it's as simple as that. It's just like if you're watching something moving, and you feel yourself welling up. It's the same thing. You're just being carried along with the story. There's nothing magical about it. I think I'm in touch with my emotions, and I can't help it.

The wealth of a soul is measured by how much it can feel; its poverty by how little.

Some people seem so different, some people feel so much more than other people, some people are able to push past things so much easier. And...it's just fascinating to me.

The very gnarliest and hardest of hearts has some musical strings in it; but they are tuned differently in every one of us.

It's a real joy to be moved by something, but it doesn't happen often to me.

The soul is like a violin string: it makes music only when it is stretched.

There is more real devotional feeling summoned from the temple of the mind by great music than by any sermon ever delivered.

The art of music, rather more daughter than imitator of nature, in her impressive and mysterious language minding and educating us, rouses directly our temper and rules us to the depths of our souls.

What is a Poet? He is a man speaking to men: a man, it is true, endued with more lively sensibility, more enthusiasm and tenderness, who has a greater knowledge of human nature, and a more comprehensive soul, than are supposed to be common among mankind; a man pleased with his own passions and volitions, and who rejoices more than other men in the spirit of life that is in him; delighting to contemplate similar volitions and passions as manifested in the goings-on of the universe, and habitually impelled to create them where he does not find them.

The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.

It's not true unless it makes you laugh, but you don't understand it until it makes you weep.

What you'll always get from me is a variety of emotions. Whenever you listen to my CD, whether you're the hardest dude or the bitterest cat, I'll give you a real story to think about.

What actors need to do is to find a way to show people their despair, their joy, their pain, their exhilaration. All of these deep, deep emotional things - good and bad - so that if you're able to do that, then there's a kind of resonance that happens.

In a word, poetry can not exist without emotion, or, if you will, without a movement of the soul which regulates the words.

Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard.

You've got to be hurt and upset; otherwise you can't think of the really good, penetrating, X-rayish phrases.

To touch the soul of another human being is to walk on holy ground.

All fiction, if it's successful, is going to appeal to the emotions. Emotion is really what fiction is all about. That's not to say fiction can't be thoughtful, or present some interesting or provocative ideas to make us think. But if you want to present an intellectual argument, nonfiction is a better tool. You can drive a nail with a shoe but a hammer is a better tool for that. But fiction is about emotional resonance, about making us feel things on a primal and visceral level.

When people look at my pictures I want them to feel the way they do when they want to read a line of a poem twice.

Be as delicate as possible. If communication accomplishes something on the gross but damages something on the level of feeling then it is a spiritual loss! The feeling is more important for life.

There is no eloquence which does not agitate the soul.

Colours in vibration, peeling like silver bells and clanging like bronze bells, proclaiming happiness, passion and love, soul, blood and death.