Quotes About Emotion

The capacity of passion is both cruel and divine

It is warm, I am alive, I am calm and sad, I hardly know why. In this existence so even, so tranquil, and so gentle as I have here, I am in an element that weakens me morally while strengthening me physically; and I fall into melancholies of honey and roses which are none the less melancholy. It seems to me that all those I love forget me, and that it is justice, because I live a selfish life having nothing to do for any one of them.

I'm not full of virtues and noble qualities. I love, but I love strongly, exclusive, stedfasty.

Music is essentially useless, as is life.

Music is a means of giving form to our inner feelings, without attaching them to events or objects in the world.

The lover knows much more about absolute good and universal beauty than any logician or theologian, unless the latter, too, be lovers in disguise.

Friendship is almost always the union of a part of one mind with a part of another people are friends in spots.

Love is only half the illusion the lover, but not his love, is deceived.

Nothing can so pierce the soul as the uttermost sigh of the body.

O WORLD, thou choosest not the better part! It is not wisdom to be only wise,. And on the inward vision close the eyes,. But it is wisdom to believe the heart.

Music is essentially useless, as life is.

It was that impossible thing: happiness that does not wilt to reveal the thin shoots of some new desire rising from within it.

Why was she dancing? No reason. Just alive, I guess.

Why were we put here, so inclined to love, when end of our story = death? That harsh. That cruel. Do not like.

Wherever I travel Greece wounds me.

I guess I'm just feeling Septemberish.

Guilt is the unlived life.

It is not the literal past that rules us: it is images of the past.

What you don't know by heart you haven't really loved deeply enough

They claim they did all this because they love me, but I must say, I've never been loved in such a bizarre fashion.

Methinks I see the wanton hours flee, And as they pass, turn back and laugh at me.

Our hearts are drunk with a beauty our eyes could never see.

I can with truth assure you, I heard Bulletts whistle and believe me there was something charming in the sound.

Nostalgia is a seductive liar.