Quotes About Emotion

I wanted happiness that wasn't innocence. I wanted romance that wasn't tragedy.

The first reaction to truth is hatred.

That's what poems are for, unlivable love." epigraph to "In Lilac-Light

If you've lived only by reasonableness, well, you have missed the show, haven't you?

Everything's a gamble, love most of all.

We are not as impervious as we think we are. - Dr Maura Isles

I am frightened, yet I cannot help my mouth from saying these things. It has always been this way with me. My thinking and my mouth have been the matter of many arguments with my mother. He

I tell you now, better to spit it all out, cry a hundred days over this matter, an entire year, than ruin your life over it. You must acknowledge it now, so that it has no power over you. I do not assume to know what you are going through, but I do know something about hate.

Oh no. Don't smile. You'll kill me. I stop breathing when you smile.

But she wasn't in love, though she had been ready to be. Love sank down gently from where it had been swollen in expectation -- she imagined a red balloon deflating to a foolish remnant. (In the cave, 171)

Sheila thought that passion was a story people dreamed up to save themselves from boredom

There are some things that don't change much. I find the smell of a dish, or the way a certain spice is crushed, or just a quick look at the way something has been put on a plate, can pull me back to another place and time. I love those memories that seem so far away, yet you can hold them and carry them with you, even forget them, and then, with a single taste or hint or a smell, be chaperoned back to a beautiful moment.

Having eyes, but not seeing beauty; having ears, but not hearing music; having minds, but not perceiving truth; having hearts that are never moved and therefore never set on fire. These are the things to fear, said the headmaster.

Il me semblait entendre ces paroles sur un rythme d'une douceur infinie, car son regard avait presque la sonorité, et les phrases que ses yeux m'envoyaient retentissaient au fond de mon coeur comme si une bouche invisible les eût soufflées dans mon âme.

To love is to admire with the heart; to admire is to love with the mind.

No one is truly dead until they are no longer loved.

What well-bred woman would refuse her heart to a man who had just saved her life? Not one; and gratitude is a short cut which speedily leads to love.

Yes, I have loved, as no one on earth ever loved, with an insensate and furious love, so violent that I wonder it did not break my heart.

I longed to be able to gather my whole life-force into a single impulse, and transmit it to her and blow into her frozen remains the fire that was consuming me.

Yes, I have loved as none in the world ever loved—with an insensate and furious passion—so violent that I am astonished it did not cause my heart to burst asunder. Ah, what nights—what nights!

Demander à la poésie du sentimentalisme ... ce n'est pas ça. Des mots rayonnants, des mots de lumière ... avec un rythme et une musique, voilà ce que c'est, la poésie.

Her eyes were a poem; their every glance was a song.

Pleasure has turned into passion much more quickly than I should ever have thought possible.

Ochii ei erau cu adev?rat poem iar privirile alc?tuiau fiecare un cântec.