Quotes About Emotion

All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love.

Art begins when a man, with a purpose of communicating to other people a feeling he once experienced, calls it up again within himself and expresses it by certain external signs.

It's not so much that he can't fall in love, but he has not the weakness necessary.

Art is not a handicraft; it is the transmission of feeling the artist has experienced.

Count Vronsky: I love you! Anna Karenina: Why? Count Vronsky: You can't ask Why about love!

Never let them see your first reaction. Don't let them know what you think until you want them to know what you think.

in her eyes was something I'll remember the rest of my life.

Don't shoot me, Sidney, I love you." He had shot him right through the words that still haunted him today, the most perfect words ever said to him.

You fucked-up hunk.

Your honied words, your honied love. Under all your honey runs a conduit of venom.

Fear lowers one's vibration tremendously.

You allow love to enter you. But to do this you must position your mind by remembering what it felt like and try to feel it again.

The dam of my eyes broke, and tears flooded the land.

She constantly piles up her hair with her hands and then lets it fall. She laughs, but there is no sound. It's all in silence - she is made out of yesterdays.

Certains visages vous subjuguent, on s'en détourne avec le sentiment de renoncer même à respirer. Demain, j'aurai oublié tout ça, se dit-il. Le matin, tout est différent, les choses deviennent réelles.

What the joys of music were to others, words on a page were to him.

Tus besos me destierran

She has a narrow mouth, cast down at the corners, weighted there by the sourness of knowledge.

Afterwards they lie for a long time in silence. There is nothing. Their poem is scattered about them. The days have fallen everywhere, they have collapsed like cards. The air has a chill in it. He pulls the covers up. She is so perfectly still she seems asleep. He touches her face. It is wet with tears.

But somebody told me once you have to write what you know." "Hooey! Write what you burn with, and then find out what you need to know to write it.

Every author who writes on a variety of topics will have sometimes occasion to describe what he has himself felt.

Shakespeare's sonnets give us no access to his personal history.

What the heart knows today the head will understand tomorrow

L'amore ci rende poveri. Non ci bastano gli occhi per vedere tutto ciò che è da vedere, né le mani per stringere un decimo di tutto ciò che desidereremmo. Quando la guardo negli occhi mi tormento perché non posso guardare le sue labbra, e quando vedo le sue labbra la mia anima grida: Guarda i suoi occhi, guarda i suoi occhi!.