Quotes About Emotion

It's good to be scared, it means you still have something to lose

I don't care about anything but you, and that's enough for the present. I want you to be happy--not to think of anything sad; only to feel that I'm near you and I love you. Why should there be pain? In such hours as this what have we to do with pain? That's not the deepest thing; there's something deeper.

I am incapable of telling you not to feel. Feel, feel, I say - feel for all you're worth, and even if it half kills you, for that is the only way to live...

My idea is this, that when you only love a little you're naturally not jealous-or are only jealous also a little, so that it doesn't matter. But when you love in a deeper and intenser way, then you're in the very same proportion jealous; your jealousy has intensity and, no doubt, ferocity. When however you love in the most abysmal and unutterable way of all – whey then you're beyond everything, and nothing can pull you down.

She had a certain way of looking at life which he took as a personal offense.

Love has nothing to do with good reasons.

Feel, feel, I say - feel for all you're worth, and even if it half kills you, for that is the only way to live

his indescribable little air of knowing nothing in the world but love.

Her memory's your love. You want no other.

Fear, unfortunately, is a very big thing, and there's a great variety of kinds.

Am I grave?', he asked. 'I had an idea I was grinning from ear to ear.' 'You look as if you were taking me to a funeral. If that's a grin, your ears are very near together.

Do you know I love you ? - I'm sure I don't care whether you do or not !

She never wanted the truth . . . She wanted you . She would have taken from you what you could give her, and been glad of it even if she had known it false. You might have lied to her from pity, and she have seen you and felt you lie, and yet—since it was all for tenderness—she would have thanked you and blessed you and clung to you but the more. For that was your strength, my dear man—that she loves you with passion.

The sense of success -the most agreeable emotion of the human heart

And she really had tones to make justice weep.

He was absolutely, on this occasion, a living, detestable, dangerous presence.

There was an element of dull rage in his consciousness of things.

I'm capable of nothing with regard to you . . . but just of being infernally in love with you.

Now that he was alone with her all the passion he had never stifled surged into his senses; it hummed in his eyes and made things swim round him.

When I tell you I love you it's simply what I came for. I thought it was for something else; but it was for that. I shouldn't say it if I didn't believe I should never see you again. It's the last time — let me pluck a single flower! I've no right to say that, I know; and you've no right to listen. But you don't listen; you never listen, you're always thinking of something else.

I'll marry you, mind you, in an hour. As we were? As we were. But she turned to the door, and her headshake was now the end. We shall never be again as we were!

I've thought of you perpetually, ever since I last saw you. I'm exactly the same. I love you just as much, and everything I said to you then is just as true.

Isabel, he went on suddenly, I wish it were over for you. She answered nothing; she had burst into sobs; she remained so, with her buried face. He lay silent, listening to her sobs; at last he gave a long groan.

But I was to be later on so much more overwhelmed that this mere dawn of alarm was a comparatively human chill.