Emotional Landscape Quotes

I'm in a New York state of mind

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.

For the Tintin books were my emotional universe. To read them felt quite simply like being loved: in advance and by an entire world of pure possibility, my future. But to write to the author was to reach out for the lover. Even today, the power of reading one remains visceral: each book acts as a form of transportation, not just to the emotional landscape of this first literary love affair but to very specific memories.

What I am interested in now is the landscape. Pictures without people. I wouldn't be surprised if eventually there are no people in my pictures. It is so emotional.

There's a universe inside your head - a place of pictures and passions, of songs and sorrows. It's everything you are - and it's an utter mystery.

I'm interested in taking raw human emotions and then isolating them without any narrative structure. In order to achieve this, I try to break out of the narrative conventions that you'd see in a typical feature film.

at last you, will say (maybe without speaking) (there are mountains inside your skull garden and chaos, ocean and hurricane; certain corners of rooms, portraits of great-grandmothers, curtains of a particular shade; your deserts; your private dinosaurs; the first woman) all i need to know: tell me everything just as it was from the beginning.

I'm very interested in cinema that explores emotional journeys and where you can use everything at your disposal cinematically to locate you inside someone's head and their emotional landscape.

Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.

In my subconscious, my books were part of a single emotional journey.

I find that women are much more comfortable showing their emotion and inviting you into their emotional landscape.

I'd like to combine melancholy and sunshine... There's a sadness in Provence which no one has expressed... I'd like to put reason in the grass and tears in the sky, like Poussin.

I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, however, turns out to be not a state, but a process. It needs not a map, but a history, and if I don't stop writing that history at some quite arbitrary point, there's no reason why I should ever stop.

I gradually became aware that my interiority was inseparable from my exteriority, that the geography of my city was the geography of my soul.

Landscape is a piece that is emotional and psychological.

I guess we're living in a pretty sensitive world and there's nothing you can do about that.

Emotionally, I have no picture-book illustrated with memories of my first five years, but externally, I have impressions that possess a haunting vividness comparable only to the texture of dreams, when dreams are tumultuously alive.

I do not know Rep. Weiner. But I do know he seems to have the features of a narcissist. Narcissists feel empty. Narcissists feel invincible. But their emotional landscape is barren.

I think that both musicals and opera have a capacity to get to an inner emotional landscape.

Most of these - most people's stage personas are created out of the flotsam and jetsam of their internal geography.

Each song takes a different path through a different headspace.

We live in our own souls as in an unmapped region, a few acres of which we have cleared for our habitation; while of the nature of those nearest us we know but the boundaries that march with ours.

Any landscape is a condition of the spirit.

Hands are the heart's landscape.

Everything I have ever written about has been about what's going on inside of us.