Quotes About Emotion

I am not drunk, and I am not sentimental, and I tell you you are the most wonderful woman in the world.

I didn't lack thoughts nor words nor the power of expression— I lacked something much more important: the lever which would shut off the juice. The bloody machine wouldn't stop, that was the difficulty. I was not only in the middle of the current but the current was running through me and I had no control over it whatever.

No man ever puts down what he intended to say... words... are but crude hieroglyphs chiseled in pain and sorrow to commemorate an event which is untransmissible.

He falls on her lap and lies there quivering like a toothache

She wanted them to argue with her, to gush, to rhapsodize. She wanted them to sparkle, not to chew. Words...words...words... She gobbled them up, spewed them out again, added them up, juggled them, nursed them along, carried them to bed and put them under the pillow like soiled pajamas, slept on them, snored over them. Words... When every other memory of her had fled there would remain-HER WORDS.

Mientras falte esa chispa de pasión, la actuación carecerá de significado humano.

I thought I had found a living volcano, a female Vesuvius. I never thought of a human ship going down in an ocean of despair, in a Sargasso of impotence.

I know we were conjugating the verb love like two maniacs trying to fuck through an iron gate.

You can't make people joyous just by being joyous yourself. Joy has to be generated by oneself: it is or it isn't. Joy is founded on something too profound to be understood and communicated. To be joyous is to be a madman in a world of sad ghosts.

whenever in my life I have gazed too long upon Beauty, particularly the beauty of the female, I have always experienced the sensation of fear. Fear, and a touch of horror too.

A fatuous, suicidal wish that is constipated by words and paralyzed by thought.

Music is still the antidote for the nameless...Music is planetary fire, an irreducible which is all sufficient; it is the slate-writing of the gods...

Eres cáncer y delirio me dijo el otro día por teléfono

At the bottom of every frozen heart there is a drop or two of love—just enough to feed the birds.

Ninguna luna plateará nunca su apatía.

Y cuando hayamos atravesado todas las calles y solo quede el polvo de nuestros pies frenéticos, todavía quedaría el recuerdo de tu ancha cara llena, tan blanca, y la gruesa boca con frescos labios entreabiertos, los dientes blancos como la tiza y todos ellos perfectos, y en ese recuerdo nada puede cambiar en modo alguno, porque esto, como tus dientes, es perfecto...

Do we weep when the sun sinks into the ocean? The full magnificence of the sun is revealed to us only in the few moments preceding and following its disappearance.

Baudelaire merely laid his heart bare; Rimbaud plucks his out and devours it slowly.

Nimeni nu se simte mai bine decat omul care se lasa complet transportat.A fi inteligent e posibil s? constituie un avantaj,dar a fi total încrez?tor,credul pana la idioÈ›enie,a capitula f?r? rezerve este una din bucuriile supreme ale vieÈ›ii.

I was a ripe prey for the alligator of ecstasy.  

I hear not a word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I am happy and willing to die.

I don't care what happens. I love you and that's what I wanted to say over the phone. That's what I wanted to write. I love you. Let things go to smash. I love you.

I sat and talked with Alexandros in the deaf and dumb language of the heart. In a few minutes, I would have to go. I was not unhappy about it; there are experiences so wonderful, so unique, that the thought of prolonging them seems like the basest form of ingratitude. If I were not to go now then I should stay forever, turn my back on the world, renounce everything

There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion that if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilled on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.