Quotes About Emotion

Angel, who was filling the vats with his handful, suddenly ceased, and laid his hands flat upon hers. Her sleeves were rolled far above the elbow, and bending lower he kissed the inside vein of her soft arm.

Eustacia, I don't know where to look: my thoughts go through me like swords.

I have seen your mother; and I will never see her again!

The Sinister Spirit sneered: 'It had to be!' And again the Spirit of Pity whispered, 'Why?

People say I must be cold–natured—sexless—on account of it. But I won't have it! Some of the most passionately erotic poets have been the most self–contained in their daily lives.

Don't that make your bosom plim?

What then? Joy-jaunts, impassioned flings, Love and its ecstasy, Will always have been great things, great things to me!

You were nothing to me once, and I was contented; you are now nothing to me again, and how different the second nothing is from the first! Would to God you had never taken me up, since it was only to throw me down!

Cry about one thing in life, cry about all; one thread runs through the whole piece.

To adorn her in somebody else's eyes; never again in mine.

reminiscence is less an endowment than a disease...

New love is brightest, and long love is greatest; but revived love is the tenderest thing known upon earth.

The rain stretched obliquely through the dull atmosphere in liquid spines, unbroken in continuity between their beginnings in the clouds and their points in him.

her hand trembled, the ardour of his affection being so palpable that she seemed to flinch under it like a plant in too burning a sun.

O no. You should lift Marian! Such a lump. You are like an undulating billow warmed by the sun. And all this fluff of muslin about you is the froth.

The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing.

is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to express theirs.

era quel tocco di imperfezione sopra la presunta perfezione che dava dolcezza, perché era esso ad impartire umanità.

Their eyes having met, became, as it were, mutually locked together, ... a clear penetrating ray of intelligence had shot from each into each, giving birth to ..., the conviction

I Stretching eyes west Over the sea, Wind foul or fair, Always stood she Prospect-impressed; Solely out there Did her gaze rest, Never elsewhere Seemed charm to be. II Always eyes east Ponders she now - As in devotion - Hills of blank brow Where no waves plough. Never the least Room for emotion Drawn from the ocean Does she allow.

A woman may be treated with a bitterness which is sweet to her, and with a rudeness which is not offensive.

They could scarcely feel as a loss what they had never expected to have.

Love begins with a sense of superior discernment.

Over and above the genuine emotion which she raised in his heart there hung the sense that he was casting a die by impulse which he might not have thrown by judgment.