Quotes About Emotion

Romance is the poetry of literature.

It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.

A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.

There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.

The adoration of his heart had been to her only as the perfume of a wild flower, which she had carelessly crushed with her foot in passing.

Music is the universal language of mankind.

Sorrow makes men sincere.

There is no faculty of the human soul so persistent and universal as that of hatred.

Humor is, however, nearer right than any emotion we have. Humor is the atmosphere in which grace most flourishes.

I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note - torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one.

Love is the river of life in the world.

Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.

Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low.

Some people are so dry that you might soak them in a joke for a month and it would not get through their skins.

Money will buy you a pretty good dog, but it won't buy the wag of his tail.

A beautiful woman is worth her weight always in gold; but if she loves in addition, she has simply no price.

Why am I going?" he repeated, looking straight into her eyes. "You know that I am going in order to be where you are," said he. "I cannot do otherwise." "Not a word, not a movement of yours will I ever forget, nor can I...

You've said nothing, of course, and I ask nothing," he was saying; "but you know that friendship's not what I want: that there's only one happiness in life for me, that word that you dislike so…yes, love!…

He remembered his mother's love for him, and his family's, and his friends', and the enemy's intention to kill him seemed impossible.

Her maternal instinct told her Natasha had too much of something, and because of this she would not be happy

It is not beauty that endears, it's love that makes us see beauty.

Anna had been preparing herself for this meeting, had thought what she would say to him, but she did not succeed in saying anything of it; his passion mastered her. She tried to calm him, to calm herself, but it was too late. His feeling infected her. Her lips trembled so that for a long while she could say nothing.

Pure, perfect sorrow is as impossible as pure and perfect joy.

Love..." she repeated slowly, in a musing voice, and suddenly, while disentangling the lace, she added: "The reason I dislike this word because it means such a great deal to me, far more than you can understand.