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Quotes About Emotion

You used to stir my imagination. Now you don't even stir my curiosity.
~ Oscar Wilde
From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me. Pleasure hides love from us, but pain reveals it in its essence.
~ Oscar Wilde
I don't like novels that end happily. They depress me so much.
~ Oscar Wilde
And when you are away, Gerald...with...her - oh, think of me sometimes. Don't forget me.
~ Oscar Wilde
La única diferencia que hay entre un capricho y una pasión eterna es que el capricho dura un poco más de tiempo.
~ Oscar Wilde
She was usually in love with somebody, and, as her passion was never returned, she had kept all her illusions.
~ Oscar Wilde
The curves of your lips rewrite history
~ Oscar Wilde
It is only shallow people who require years to get rid of an emotion. A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure.
~ Oscar Wilde
She began to complain. Women defend themselves by attacking, just as they attack by sudden and strange surrenders.
~ Oscar Wilde
Yet each man kills the things he loves
~ Oscar Wilde
He watched it with that strange interest in trivial things that we try to develop when things of high import make us afraid, or when we are stirred by some new emotion for which we cannot find expression, or when some thought that terrifies us lays sudden siege to the brain and calls on us to yield.
~ Oscar Wilde
There is something very morbid about modern sympathy with pain.
~ Oscar Wilde
What does the actual lapse of time got to do with it? It is only shallow people who require years to get rid of an emotion. A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.
~ Oscar Wilde
Every day. I couldn't be happy if I didn't see him every day. He is absolutely necessary to me.
~ Oscar Wilde
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 colored canvas, reveals himself.
~ Oscar Wilde
Mere words.. Was there anything so real as words?
~ Oscar Wilde
It was only in the theatre that I lived.
~ Oscar Wilde
What has the actual lapse of time got to do with it? It is only shallow people who require years to get rid of an emotion. A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.
~ Oscar Wilde
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 reason I will not exhibit this picture is that I am afraid that I have shown in it the secret of my own soul.
~ Oscar Wilde
It is possible, of course, that I may exaggerate about them. I certainly hope that I do; for where there is no exaggeration there is no love, and where there is no love there is no understanding. It is only about things that do not interest one, that one can give a really unbiassed opinion; and this is no doubt the reason why an unbiassed opinion is always valueless.
~ Oscar Wilde
What odd chaps you painters are! You do anything in the world to gain a reputation. As soon as you have one, you seem to want to throw it away. It is silly of you, for there is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about. A portrait like this would set you far above all the young men in England, and make the old men jealous, if old men are ever capable of any emotion.
~ Oscar Wilde
Una rosa se despertó en su sangre y ensombreció sus mejillas. Un agitado aliento separó los pétalos de sus labios, que temblaron. Sobre ella sopló algún viento sur de pasión y movió los delicados pliegos de su vestido
~ Oscar Wilde
each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved. difference of object does not alter singleness of passion. it merely intensifies it.
~ Oscar Wilde
Suddenly I found myself face to face with the young man whose personality had so strangely stirred me.
~ Oscar Wilde