Quotes About Emotion

She could not bear the tenderness which a dog would evoke, she did not want the pain of another love. She knew how very much, how desperately, she would love her dog; and dogs are vulnerable and short-lived and die.

I am really in love and it's a terrible experience.

Who is one's first love? Who indeed.

She stopped thinking so as not to cry

Could one think so intensely of someone and not be visited?

I've felt so sad for years about you. My love for you has always had a sad face.

Only sometimes at night when I think that you live now and are somewhere, I shed tears.

He looked so sad. I never saw him look sad before, he was always so superior, everywhere the king. You once called him a god from elsewhere who had lost his way.

It was all very simple. I just loved her. I couldn't stop. I haven't stopped. Oh God.

I'm falling in love with you again, most terribly in love. I've never been out of love with you, never for a second.

What emotion had so invaded me? Fear? It is sometimes curiously difficult to name the emotion from which one suffers. The naming of it is sometimes unimportant, sometimes crucial.

But she felt that she had to see him or she would die.

If only he could be loved by somebody new.

A woman in love is a great spiritual force.

He is crammed full of rage and hate and desire for revenge.

She had inhibited her sympathy, one genuine sympathetic impulse would have ruined her.

I love you, I want you, I'd die for you —

I thought it might make him despair of life, but he has despaired anyway.

Some inner organ would give way, her heart would literally break, if she did not see him soon.

I must tell her, but later, later, later, when it's all long finished and no longer an agony.

Understanding was out of the question; and indeed how passionately, just then, I did not want to be understood.

Ducane knew that Willy had looked forward to this visit. He knew too that the visit was rendering Willy unspeakably miserable.

Of course she had read this work many times before, but there were certain parts to which she passionately returned: so cool, so elegant, so beautiful, so terrible. As she read tears began to stream down her face.

the superiority of some infinite reserve and the mystery of some infinite sadness.