Quotes About Emotion

Ce n'est plus une ardeur dans mes veines cachée : C'est Vénus toute entière à sa proie attachée.

Ses yeux, qui vainement voulaient vous éviter, Déjà pleins de langueur ne pouvaient vous quitter. Le nom d'amant peut-être offense son courage. Mais il en a les yeux, s'il n'en a le langage.

Je le vis, je rougis, je pâlis à sa vue.

He had discovered that people who allow themselves to be blown about by the winds of emotion and impulse are always unhappy people.

Satin skin, silk hair, velvet eyes, sawdust heart - all complete.

When I saw him looking up like that I knew that I loved him, and that it was for always. It was as if my heart turned over, and I knew that it was for always. It's a strange feeling - when you know quite certainly in yourself that something is for always . It's like what death must be.

She lifted her eyes. Blank, lovely eyes. Mad eyes. A mad girl.

No past to make us sentimental, no future to embarrass us...a difficult moment when you are out of practice - a moment that makes you go cold, cold and wary.

I can remember every second of that morning, if I shut my eyes I can see the deep blue colour of the sky and the mango leaves, the pink and red hibiscus, the yellow handkerchief she wore around her head, tied in the Martinique fashion with the sharp points in front, but now I see everything still, fixed for ever like the colours in a stained-glass window. Only the clouds move. It was wrapped in a leaf, what she had given me, and I felt it cool and smooth against my skin.

Vain, silly creature. Made for loving? Yes, but she'll have no lover, for I don't want her and she'll see no other.

Why did you make me want to live? Why did you do that to me?

Can I help it if my heart beats, if my hands go cold?

He says: 'it doesn't matter. What I know is that I could do this with you' — he makes a movement with his hands like a baker, kneading a loaf of bread — 'and afterwards you'd be different.

Why did you love her?' 'Well,' I say, 'what a question, anyway!' How on earth can you say why you love people? You might as well say you know where the lightning is going to strike.

She had meant to tell him: 'I love you. You aren't making any mistake about that, are you?' But all she said was: 'Please will you draw the curtains?

She had a sweet voice, a voice with a warm and tender quality. This was strange, because her face was cold, as though warmth and tenderness were dead in her.

Because he has money he's a kind of god. Because I have none I'm a kind of worm. A worm because I've failed and I have no money. A worm because I'm not even sure if I hate you.

Why are you sad?

Vous voulez que je sois sincère, répliquai-je, et vous voulez en même temps que je n'aie pas à rougir de moi. Comment ne voyez-vous pas que tout sentiment profond a des ramifications devant lesquelles on reste effrayé?

Music begins where the possibilities of language end

L'angoisse humaine n'est pas quantifiable, elle n'est pas un élément de l'analyse macroéconomique. N'étant pas mesurable, elle n'existe pas pour le FMI

Leila was untouchable. She was in my heart now, and I'd carry her always, on this earth that every day gives men a chance.

But poetry has never had an answer for anything. All it does is bear witness. To despair. And desperate lives.

I need to feel strongly, to love and admire, just as desperately as I need to breathe.