Quotes About Emotion

To write a love letter, you have to start, without knowing, what you want to say, and end, without knowing what you have said.

The Photograph and the Journal

Her face, which had never seemed especially remarkable, looked almost beautiful, because she looked so happy.

Every time she thought about him, she felt a thud of pain, like a bruised place inside her.

Lina didn't really feel cold but she did feel sad, which was in a way the same.

Everyone has a private life, the things they love and think no one else could really understand.

The reason I want to remember this is because I know we'll never be able to do it again.

The fact is, you don't love me, and you haven't destroyed me. You don't have what it takes to do that.

You're not supposed to laugh at your own father. Ever.

We raised our glasses. I could almost hear Dad chuckling at Mom's comment in the way he always did when he was truly enjoying something. It had grown dark outside. A wind picked up, rattling the windows, and the candle flames suddenly shifted, dancing along the border between turbulence and order.

Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die.

You know, it's quite a job starting to love somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment, in the very beginning, when you have to jump across a precipice: if you think about it you don't do it.

We must act out passion before we can feel it.

emotion is first of all and in principle an accident

I am going to smile, and my smile will sink down into your pupils, and heaven knows what it will become.

I thought I saw Anny smiling. I try to refresh my memory: I need to feel all the tenderness that Anny inspires; it is there, this tenderness, it is near me, only asking to be born. But the smile does not return: it is finished. I remain dry and empty.

Love was not something to be felt, not a particular emotion, nor yet a particular shade of feeling, it was much more like a lowering curse on the horizon, a precursor of disaster.

Her eyes stare at me but she seems not to see me; she looks as though she were lost in her suffering.

For a moment I wondered if I were not going to love humanity. But, after all, it was their Sunday, not mine.

From time to time I yawn so widely that tears roll down my cheek.

This is the girl, here, this girl with a ruined look who touches me and whom I love.

Love's a grand solace, isn't it, my friend? Deep and dark as sleep.

The English and the French have not a single memory in common. Everything that London suffered with pride, Paris suffered in shame and despair. It is important for us to learn to speak of ourselves without emotion

Pero en el seno mismo de ese éxtasis, acababa de aparecer algo nuevo: yo comprendía la Náusea, la poesía.