Quotes About Emotion

Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now.

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

Love in full life and length, not love ideal, No, nor ideal beauty, that fine name, But something better still, so very real...

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence.

Many are poets, but without the name; For what is Poesy but to create From overfeeling Good or Ill; and aim At an external life beyond our fate, And be the new Prometheus of new men, Bestowing fire from Heaven, and then, too late, Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain

Now Juan could not understand a word, Being no Grecian; but he had an ear, And her voice was the warble of a bird, ... So soft, so sweet, so delicately clear, That finer, simpler music ne'er was heard; The sort of sound we echo with a tear, Without knowing why - an overpowering tone, Whence Melody descends as from a throne.

Poetry is a distinct faculty, - it won't come when called, - you may as well whistle for a wind.

Prometheus-like from heaven she stole The fire that through those silken lashes In darkest glances seems to roll, From eyes that cannot hide their flashes: And as along her bosom steal In lengthened flow her raven tresses, You'd swear each clustering lock could feel, And curled to give her neck caresses.

Zda si? by? ?yw? -gdyby nie to oko, Gdzie ju? nie ?wieci ni ?za, ni nami?tno??, Gdzie mieszka zimna, wieczna oboj?tno??.

Il ricordo del piacere non è più piacere. Il ricordo del dolore è ancora dolore.

And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on.

In secret we met In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive.

All who joy would win Must share it -- Happiness was born a twin.

Friendship is love without wings.

Peace was declared, but not all of us were drunk with joy or stricken blind.

That is what philosophers are good for: stating the obvious that no one else is emotionally willing to admit. The trouble with trying to think clearly is that our emotional needs keep getting in the way. The trick is to make thinking clearly an emotional need.

Sex is a poor substitute for love, but it's not a bad substitute for tennis.

It's all too much.

Endeavour to be faithful, and if there is any beauty in your thought, your style will be beautiful if there is any real emotion to express, the expression will be moving.

Wherefore with my utmost art I will sing thee, And the cream of all my heart I will bring thee.

Love is a personal debt.

You're an actor, are you? Well, all that means is: you are irresponsible, irrational, romantic, and incapable of handling an adult emotion or a universal concept without first reducing it to something personal, material, sensational - and probably sexual!

Was there ever such stuff as great as part of Shakespeare? Only one must not say so! But what think you? - What? - Is there not sad stuff? What? - What?

Love demands infinitely less than friendship.