Quotes About Emotion

quando passaron dentro col favore degli occhi di colei

Amor mi fa parlar, che m´è nel core gran tempo stato e fatto n´ha su´ albergo

El arte más perfecto, la música, late, pasa y desaparece.

Amor - Dupla satisfação da vaidade e do sentimento de poder.

Life to be bearable must be lived intensely. Through it a continuous stream of emotion passes. Though that emotion is ever changing as flowing water changes, it at least bears us along on a current that gives the illusion of continuity and permanence. But analyze life, tear its trappings off, lay it bare with thought, with logic, with philosophy, and its emptiness is revealed as a bottomless pit; its nothingness frankly confesses to nothingness, and Despair comes to perch in the soul.

Il dolore è ancor più dolore se tace.

Le cadeva addosso una malinconia dolce come una carezza lieve, che le stringeva il cuore a volte, un desiderio vago di cose ignote.

you can't choose love, love chooses you.

You cannot engrave on water nor wound it with a knife, which is why the river has no fear of memories.

Love. Of course, love. Flames for a year, ashes for thirty.

If you've found pleasure in drinking, you've found bottled love

Il vero amore e' come una finesta illuminata in una notte buia.

Di me ricordo solo che esultavo amandoti.

Non sono mai stato tanto attaccato alla vita

Tra un fiore colto e l' altro donato l' inesprimibile nulla

The poet goes there then returns to the light with his songs and scatters them Of this poetry there remains to me that nothing of inexhaustible secrecy.

If one chooses sides on emotion then the rebel is the guy to go with. He is fighting for everything men claim to honour, freedom, independance, truth, the right.......all the subjective illusions. All the eternal trigger words. We are minions of the villan of the piece. We confess the illusion and deny the substance.

The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it and can no longer wonder, no longer marvel, is as good as dead, and his eyes are dimmed. —ALBERT EINSTEIN

All the metaphors in this world wouldn't scratch the surface of what stepping into darkness is like for me. And that's just darkness. Don't get me started on light. Really, don't get me started on light.

I rather wished I'd stabbed him somewhere less awkward.

For the love of Mary, I get it, she's got a nifty twat. Tell me what I need to know and you can go up there and try'n get back into it.

I didn't cry. Real things don't make me cry. Only false or sentimental things can do that. In this respect I'm like most civilised humans.

You think horror enters spectacularly. It doesn't. It just prosaically turns up. Even in the first seconds you know you'll find it a room.

It's why people in sexual extremis say Oh, God . It's not a cry to the Divine, it's a recognition of their own divinity.