Quotes About Emotion

Signor di Josselin, io so che lei mi ama, e le consento di dirmelo».

Vittorin è lì in piedi, vuol vederla un'altra volta. Aspetta. Quattro minuti. Sei minuti. Adesso deve andare. Molte coppie sono passate davanti alla porta al ritmo della danza, facce sconosciute hanno guardato indifferenti dalla sua parte, forse c'era anche il viso di Franzi, lui non lo sa.

Humor is the affectionate communication of insight.

There is a saying, "A patsh fargeyt, a vort bashteyt"—"A slap passes, but a word [that is, an insult] remains.

Todas as mulheres são mais materialistas do que os homens: em amor, nós voamos, mas elas rastejam sempre…

One ought only to write when one leaves a piece of one's own flesh in the inkpot, each time one dips one's pen.

Everything that I understand, I understand only because I love.

Love. The reason I dislike that word is that it means too much for me, far more than you can understand." - Anna Karenina {Anna Karenina}

The whole world is divided for me into two parts: one is she, and there is all happiness, hope, light; the other is where she is not, and there is dejection and darkness...

But the law of loving others could not be discovered by reason, because it is unreasonable.

We are asleep until we fall in Love!

Not one word, not one gesture of yours shall I, could I, ever forget...

He was afraid of defiling the love which filled his soul.

She had no need to ask why he had come. She knew as certainly as if he had told her that he was here to be where she was.

He stepped down, avoiding any long look at her as one avoids long looks at the sun, but seeing her as one sees the sun, without looking.

Music is the shorthand of emotion

Doctoring her seemed to her as absurd as putting together the pieces of a broken vase. Her heart was broken. Why would they try to cure her with pills and powders?

she smiled at him, and at her own fears.

There it is!' he thought with rapture. 'When I was already in despair, and when it seemed there would be no end- there it is! She loves me. She's confessed it.

For a few seconds they looked silently into each other's eyes, and the distant and impossible suddenly became near, possible, and inevitable.

Then we should find some artificial inoculation against love, as with smallpox.

He knew she was there by the joy and terror that took possession of his heart [...] Everything was lit up by her. She was the smile that brightened everything around.

It's not those who are handsome we love, but those we love who are handsome.

It's like scarlet fever: one has to get it over." "Then one should invent a way of inoculating love, like vaccination.