Quotes About Emotion

Illa dolos dirumque nefas in pectore versat, certa mori, varioque irarum fluctuat aestu.

Furens quid femina possit

Omnia vincit amor.

Quis furor iste novus?

Sed fugit interea fugit irreparabile tempus, singula dum capti circumvectamur amore

Haec ubi dicta dedit, lacrimantem et multa uolentem dicere deseruit, tenuesque recessit in auras. Ter conatus ibi collo dare bracchia circum; ter frustra comprensa manus effugit imago, par leuibus uentis uolucrique simillima somno.

Love cares for no one. The bees never seem to have enough of clover, The goats never seem to have enough of leaves, The meadows never enough of freshening water; Love never seems to have enough of tears.

a heart that is maddened with love

pledge of a love that were better unnamed

Love is a journey from the first blush of physical attraction to a marriage of souls.

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.

What does the brain matter compared with the heart?

For it would seem - her case proved it - that we write, not with the fingers, but with the whole person. The nerve which controls the pen winds itself about every fibre of our being, threads the heart, pierces the liver.

Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you.

To love makes one solitary.

I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.

Peter would think her sentimental. So she was. For she had come to feel that it was the only thing worth saying – what one felt. Cleverness was silly. One must say simply what one felt.

It was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.

But when we sit together, close,' said Bernard, 'we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.

Her heart was made of liquid sunsets.

Her eyes are pure stars, and her fingers, if they touch you, freeze you to the bone.

My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.

It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.

Yes yes yes I do like you. I am afraid to write the stronger word.