Quotes About Emotion

My mother turned her face up toward the highest branches and got a shiny look in her eyes.

She that with poetry is won Is but a desk to write upon.

'Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have lost at all.

O, high the happy bosom heaves When love is in the dancer!

For run as fast as ever I may, My heart Moves only with you, Only with your blossoms, Remembering them Or awaiting them, Moving when you move in the wind And still when you are still.

Between your laughter and mine Lies the shadow of the sword of change.

But it was your letter within, dear heart, my first love letter, and sweeter to me than the subtlest love-lyric Sappho ever penned in Aeolic gold.

[M]y eyes moistened yesterday with your dear, dear letter in my hand. Was it foolish to kiss the senseless paper, to clasp it with the involuntary laugh of uncontrollable emotion? Don't you think one could go mad of pure longing?...

...I can forget my very existence in a deep kiss of you.

Love is compounded of pleasing palpitations.

My temper's only like a summer storm. It's over in a minute.

I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse -- borne away with every breath!

Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear-- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue--at once her spear and shield.

Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave.

Joy's recollection is no longer joy, While Sorrow's memory is a sorrow still.

Hide thy tears--I do not bid thee not to shed them--'twere easier to stop the Euphrates at its source than one tear of a true and tender heart.

But owned that smile, if oft observed and near, Waned in its mirth, and wither'd to a sneer.

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

La reina se decía experimentada en la pasión, en cuyos fuegos se había quemado muchas veces;

A way of using words to say things which could not possibly be said in any other way, things which in a sense do not exist till they are born … in poetry.

All great discoveries are made by men whose feelings run ahead of their thinking.

You can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won't mean as much as what you can have when you sit in front of someone, not saying a word, yet you feel that person with your heart, you feel like you have known the person for forever.... connections are made with the heart, not the tongue.

I created you while I was happy, while I was sad,with so many incidents, so many details.And, for me, the whole of you has been transformed into feeling.

Body, remember not only how much you were loved,not only the beds you lay on,but also those desires glowing openlyin eyes that looked at you,trembling for you in voices.