Uncontrollable Feelings Quotes

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.

Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.

Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.

Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That's what it was like for me. I didn't plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it.

'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.

For you to ask advice on the rules of love is no better than to ask advice on the rules of madness.

A strange, terrific force unlike anything I've ever experienced is sprouting in my heart, taking root there, growing. Shut up behind my rib cage, my warm heart expands and contracts independent of my will--over and over.

Emotions are wild horses.

I've always been a slave to my heart.

Passion alone could destroy passion. All the thinking in the world could not make so much as a dent in its surface.

The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care

I don't think we get a choice in who we fall for," Ian whispers. "I think we just do.

Love is unpredictable and it’s frustrating and it’s tragic and it’s beautiful.

Feelings come at really unexpected moments to all of us, and they come so fast.

Don't be upset. Don't listen to me. I only meant that I am jealous of a dark, unconscious element, something irrational, unfathomable. I am jealous of your toilet articles, of the drops of sweat on your skin, of the germs in the air you breathe which could get into your blood and poison you. And I am jealous of Komarovsky, as if he were an infectious disease. Someday he will take you away, just as certainly as death will someday separate us. I know this must seem obscure and confused, but I can't say it more clearly. I love you madly, irrationally, infinitely.

I believe everyone is mad when they are in love, and I don't think that can ever end.

Things that make me angry and sad, I cannot hide. It's not because I want to be a rebel; it's my instinct. When something touches me deeply, I really have to react.

I sort of feel sorry for the next man who gets me. I may just kill him with passion. He'd better be strong and have a good heart!

I'm really happy with my life now, but there's a lot of stuff I feel very sad about in ways I can't even control.

Nothing I read about grief seemed to exactly express the craziness of it; which was the interesting aspect of it to me - how really tenuous our sanity is.

I find humor to be the most attractive characteristic, but I certainly won't cancel anything out, considering when you love someone you love someone, and sometimes you just can't explain it.

You can no more bridle passions with logic than you can justify them in the law courts. Passions are facts and not dogmas.

Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.

Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced.