Quotes About Emotion

I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning.

What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love!

She let her head fall back upon Marius' knees and her eyelids closed. He thought that poor soul had gone. Eponine lay motionless; but just when Marius supposed her for ever asleep, she slowly opened her eyes in which the gloomy deepness of death appeared, and said to him with an accent the sweetness on which already seemed to come from another world: And then, do you know, Monsieur Marius, I believe I was a little in love with you. She essayed to smile again and expired.

And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.

What happened between those two beings? Nothing. They were adoring one another.

She loved with so much passion as she loved with ignorance. She did not know whether it were good or evil, beneficent or dangerous, necessary or accidental, eternal or transitory, permitted or prohibited: she loved.

It was SHE. Whoever has loved knows all the radiant meaning contained in the three letters of this word 'she.

You would have imagined her at one moment a maniac, at another a queen.

If you are stone, be magnetic; if a plant, be sensitive; but if you are human be love.

Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulness of all other things. How shall we ask passion to be logical?

What a great thing, to be loved! What a greater thing still, to love! The heart becomes heroic though passion…if no one loved, the sun would go out.

Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.

At the moment when her eyes closed, when all feeling vanished in her, she thought that she felt a touch of fire imprinted on her lips, a kiss more burning than the red-hot iron of the executioner.

Love is a fault; so be it.

To love or have loved is all-sufficing. We must not ask for more. No other pearl is to be found in the shadowfolds of life. To love is an accomplishment.

He found that man needs affection, that life without a warming love is but a dry wheel, creaking and grating as it turns.

She worked in order to live, and presently fell in love, also in order to live, for the heart, too, has its hunger.

Joy is the reflex of terror.

where would the shout of love begin, if not from the summit of sacrifice?

Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.

Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.

When the heart is dry the eye is dry.

What I feel for you seems less of earth and more of a cloudless heaven.

What is fright by night is curiosity by day.