Quotes About Emotion

Vice: Whatever was passion in the contemplation of man, being brought forth by his will into action.

Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.

A man is always afraid of a woman that loves him too much

Quench love, and what is left of a man's life but the folding of a few jointed bones and square inches of flesh? Who would call that life?

Somewhere in this world is a man who loves you, who understands how precious and clever and kind you are. A man who has always loved you and, to his detriment, suspects he always will.

I never loved a man as far as I could pitch my shoe.

For if anything is capable of making a poet of a literary man, it is my hometown love of the human, the living and ordinary.

Hate must make a man productive. Otherwise one might as well love.

Art is not a pleasure, a solace, or an amusement; art is a great matter. Art is an organ of human life, transmitting man's reasonable perception into feeling.

Don't introduce me to that man! I want to go on hating him, and I can't hate a man whom I know.

Men, like musical instruments, seem made to be played upon.

Beethoven's Fifth Symphony is the most sublime noise that has ever penetrated into the ear of man.

Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself.

Man is troubled not by events, but by the meaning he gives them.

The grandeur of man lies in song, not in thought.

The mass of men lead lives of shallow happiness; the superior man exults in his gloom.

Memory is man's greatest friend and worst enemy.

In the East men know panic, but they do not know what fright is.

Men are climbing to the moon, but they don't seem interested in the beating human heart.

It is only in his head that man is heroic; in the pit of his stomach he is always a coward.

Nothing regarding man is ever inhuman. That's why I make films, not iceboxes.

When a man loves a woman, he'll spend his very last dime tryin' to hold on to what he needs.

Reason guides but a small part of man, and the rest obeys feeling, true or false, and passion, good or bad.

For men, I think, love is a thing formed of equal parts lust and astonishment. The astonishment part women understand. The lust part they only think they understand.