Quotes About Emotion

Solo il mio cor piaceami, e col mio core In un perenne ragionar sepolto, Alla guardia seder del mio dolore. Seul me plaisait mon coeur, et d'être enseveli Dans un échange éternel avec lui, Siégeant à la garde de ma douleur. (il primo amore, le premier amour)

E così sentir parlare di quella persona, mi scuote e tormenta come a chi si tastasse o palpeggiasse una parte del corpo addoloratissima, e spesso mi fa rabbia e nausea... Diario del primo amore

may be known, but is in no way felt" (Z 1099) and the youthful illusions (l'inganno giovanile) that survive into old age (

I've so many things to tell you, or rather only one, but that one is huge as the ocean, as deep and infinite as the sea… You are my love and my whole life!

Men at first feel without perceiving, then they perceive with a troubled and agitated spirit, finally they reflect with a clear mind.

La poesia appare come il luogo della ricerca ideale delle "parole giuste". In realtà la poesia è proprio il luogo in cui vengono a mancare le parole. È proprio da qui, da questa insufficienza, da questa mancanza - di bellezza, di giustizia, di felicità, di coraggio e chissà di che altro - da questa miseria delle parole nel tempo della nostra vita, che inizia il movimento della poesia.

Crying makes me know I'm still real and still alive.

But everything is remembered by its moment of greatest intensity. Dying

Giving a brief sermon, the Abbess once said, 'A hot furnace does not need to be heated. A loving heart does not need to be loved. Being loving is more important than being loved.

Words are important for the mind, but the notes are for the soul.

Love is blind but not deaf.

AMOUR AMER A MARRE A MORT

There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect.

Imagination is at the root of much that passes for love.

Memory is man's greatest friend and worst enemy.

Love knows not distance; it hath no continent; its eyes are for the stars.

Vous avez vécu dans le souvenir du bonheur, Karim. Rien n'empêche le bonheur comme le souvenir du bonheur

L'amour n'est il pas issu de l'esprit ? N'est il pas une émotion, un reflet de nous-même que l'on saisit dans le regarde de l'autre ? N'est il pas idéalisme, sublimation, adulation ? En vérité, si l'on pouvait aimer sans imaginer l'autre autrement qu'il n'est vraiment, j'aurais peut-être moins peur de l'amour. ~Doña Manuela Vivero

I'd much rather be a woman than a man. Women can cry, they can wear cute clothes, and they are the first to be rescued off of sinking ships.

I can always be distracted by love, but eventually I get horny for my creativity.

Algerian-born writer Albert Camus elegantly expressed this notion in the famous quotation, "Ma patrie, c'est la langue française" ("My homeland is the French language").

Lose your face: become capable of loving without remembering, without phantasm and without interpretation, without taking stock. Let there just be fluxes, which sometimes dry up, freeze or overflow, which sometimes combine or diverge.

Poetry is a hook for memory

I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark, drop on the floor so you could stomp on it.