Quotes About Emotion

love is not safe

My dear boy, the people who love only once in their lives are really the shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination.

The people who love only once in their lives are really the shallow people.

To be in love is to surpass one's self.

If a man treats life artistically, his brain is his heart.

I have grown sick of shadows. You are more to me than all art can ever be.

very essence of romance is uncertainty.  If ever I get married, I'll certainly try to forget the fact.

The very essence of romance is uncertainty.  If ever I get married, I'll certainly try to forget the fact.

Amar es superarse

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

Cuando quiero a alguien de verdad, no me gusta decir su nombre a nadie. Es como ceder una parte de él.

The very essence of romance is uncertainty. If

Women give to men the very gold of their loves.

There is nothing that art cannot express

Some one has killed herself for love of you. I wish that I had ever had such an experience.

If a woman wants to hold a man she has merely to appeal to what is worst in him.

One could never pay too high a price for any sensation.

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

As the painter looked at the gracious and comely form he had so skilfully mirrored in his art, a smile of pleasure passed across his face, and seemed about to linger there. But he suddenly started up, and closing his eyes, placed his fingers upon the lids, as though he sought to imprison within his brain some curious dream from which he feared he might awake.

No escribo esta carta para poner amargura en tu corazón, sino para arrancarla del mío.

I envy everyone secretly, I secretly love everything.

I carry Sorrow, a grey bird, sluggish, in my chest.

Everything is moved by love.

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