Quotes About Emotion

Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.

Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.

Hearts Live By Being Wounded

Man is many things, but he is not rational.

I never change, except in my affections.

I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything.

A kiss may ruin a human life

My life-my whole life- take it, and do with it what you will. I love you-love you as I have never loved any living thing. From the moment I met you I loved you, loved you blindly, adoringly,madly! You didn't know it then-you know it now.

I am happy in my prison of passion

The secret of remaining young is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming.

Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.

The worst of having a romance of any kind is that it leaves one so unromantic.

It is through art, and through art only, that we can realise our perfection.

Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways.

They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever.

All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. To be natural is to be obvious, and to be obvious is to be inartistic.

every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself.

The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring.

Love is easily killed.

She lives in the poetry she cannot write.

An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them.

You can have your secret as long as I have your heart[.]

Love is not fashionable anymore; the poets have killed it.

When our eyes met, I felt that I was growing pale. A curious sensation of terror came over me. I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.