Quotes About Emotion

L'amour, bande de connards ! A quoi ça rime, sinon, de vivre ?

Moonlight turns even the most civilised man into a primitive.

The office of poetry is not to make us think accurately, but feel truly.

I'm so busy listening to the heart that I don't even hear when somebody asks me to pass the salt.

There are words which sever hearts more than sharp swords; there are words the point of which sting the heart through the course of a whole life.

Love is blind. That is why he always proceeds by the sense of touch.

Gratitude is the memory of the heart.

Life is an onion and one peels it crying.

It wasn't about opening her mind, it was about closing down the racket of thoughts and opening up her body. She was tingling and throbbing and hot, not so much from her desire specifically for rick, as from a very physical yearning for human touch, to be wanted and ravished by another person after such a long period without. His attention, his hunger, was the thrill; it was an ego massage which in itself was better than her breasts being fondled.

I leave you my portrait so that you will have my presence all the days and nights that I am away from you.

Quisiera darte todo lo que nunca hubieras tenido, y ni así sabrías la maravilla que es poder quererte

Wordless, Infinite — You. You intensify everything. You are fire burning all that is left of my heart.

Vivir de recuerdos es morir.

You too know that all my eyes see, all I touch with myself, from any distance, is Diego. The caress of fabrics, the color of colors, the wires, the nerves, the pencils, the leaves, the dust, the cells, the war and the sun, everything experienced in the minutes of the non-clocks and the non-calendars and the empty non-glances, is him.

Donde no puedas amar, no te demores

Sono nata nella pioggia. Sono cresciuta sotto la pioggia. Una pioggia continua nell'anima e nel corpo.

Me hace tanto bien saber que tu realmente me quieres y que no importa dónde andes tu me CIELAS (de cielo).

It is only in love and murder that we still remain sincere.

Woman learns how to hate in proportion as she forgets how to charm.

He who cannot give anything away cannot feel anything either.

Impoliteness is frequently the sign of an awkward modesty that loses its head when surprised and hopes to conceal this with rudeness. LESS

What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?

Love is the state in which man sees things most widely different from what they are. The force of illusion reaches its zenith here, as likewise the sweetening and transfiguring power. When a man is in love he endures more than at other times; he submits to everything.

How good bad music and bad reasons sound when one marches against an enemy!