Quotes About Emotion

Jean Valjean opened his eyes and looked at the bishop with an expression which no human tongue can describe.

If there did not exist some one who loved, the sun would become extinct.

Sans la moindre métaphore et dans toute l'acception du mot, vivre, c'est brûler.

Et puis, tenez, monsieur Marius, je crois que j'étais un peu amoureuse de vous.

In spring, sad souls grow light, as light falls into cellars at midday.

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only. The rest is only the rest, and comes afterward. Nothing is more real than those great shocks which two souls give each other in exchanging this spark.

The first symptom of true love in man is timidity, in a girl it is boldness.

Everything looked charming to him now. Never again would he read these books, write on this little white wooden table!

pedantry. What was this excess of love? It was a serene

Oh ! l'amour ! dit-elle, et sa voix tremblait, et son oeil rayonnait. C'est être deux et n'être qu'un. Un homme et une femme qui se fondent en un ange. C'est le ciel.

in the first love, the soul is taken far before the body; afterwards the body is taken far before the soul; sometimes the soul is not taken at all...

Dac? nu s-ar aprinde nimic înd?r?tul pleoapei, înseamn? c? nici un gând nu încolÈ›eÈ™te în minte, înseamn? c? nici un sentiment de dragoste nu clocoteÈ™te în inim?. Acela care iubeÈ™te, acela are È™i voin??, iar voinÈ›a înfl?c?reaz? privirea omului. Hot?rârea toarn? foc în privire; foc minunat, iscat de arderea gândurilor timide.

Love is life, if it is not death.

In the moment when the eyes of the two men met, Javert, without having moved or made the least gesture, became hideous. No human emotion can wear an aspect so terrible as that of jubilation. He had the face of a fiend who has found the victim he thought he had lost.

composed of all the innocence of the present, and of all the passion of the future.

Then she looked at Marius, put on a strange expression and said to him, "Do you know, Monsieur Marius, you're a very pretty boy?

Nothing oppresses the heart like symmetry.

To paint a battle requires those mighty artists with chaos in their brush

Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead. --I shall feel it.

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

The supreme happiness of life consists in the conviction that one is loved; loved for one's own sake... loved in spite of one's self.

One hardly dares to say, nowadays, that two beings fell in love because they looked at each other. That is the way people do fall in love, nevertheless, and the only way.

Happiness and despair do not breathe the same air. A man in despair participates in the life of others from a great distance; he is almost unaware of their presence; he has lost any consciousness of his own existence; he is a thing of flesh and blood but feels that he is no longer real; he sees himself only as a dream.

Jean Valjean opened his eyes wide, and stared at the venerable Bishop with an expression which no human tongue can render any account of.