Quotes About Emotion

I am telling of the instants that drip and are thick with blood.

Qué estoy diciendo? Estoy diciendo amor. Y cerca del amor estamos nosotros.

Holding someone's hand was always my idea of joy.

Amor será dar de presente a outro a própria solidão? Pois é a coisa mais última que se pode dar de si.

I wanted to go with him, to be on the stronger side, for him to spare me, like one who seeks shelter in the arms of the enemy to stay far from his arrows. It was different than love, I was finding out: I wanted him as a thirsty person desires water, without feelings, without even wanting to be happy

Cuando el arte es bueno es porque tocó lo inexpresivo, el peor arte es el expresivo, aquel que transgrede el trozo de hierro y el trozo de cristal, y la sonrisa, y el grito.

Soledad es tener sólo destino humano.

Estar vivo é uma grossa indiferença irradiante.

It is curious that I can't say who I am. That is to say, I know it all too well, but I can't say it. More than anything, I'm afraid to say it, because the moment I try to speak not only do I fail to express what I feel but what I feel slowly becomes what I say.

And now I was starting to let it touch me. In truth I had fought all my life against the profound desire to let myself be touched—and I had fought because I couldn't allow myself the death of what I called my goodness; the death of human goodness. But now I no longer wanted to fight it. There had to be a goodness so other that it wouldn't resemble goodness. I no longer wanted to fight.

El amor ya está, siempre está. Falta sólo el golpe de gracia —que se llama pasión.

There's an old mistake about the word love, and, if many children have been born of this mistake, countless others have missed their only instant of being born merely due to a susceptibility that demands you be mine, mine! that you like me, and not my money.

Y el amor, en vez de darse, se exige. Y quienes nos quieren desean que seamos eso que ellos necesitan.

É QUE um mundo todo vivo tem a força de um Inferno.

A vida se me é, e eu não entendo o que digo. E então adoro.

Capta essa outra coisa de que na verdade falo porque eu mesma não posso.

Agnès se tourne vers moi. Ses yeux sont vert émeraude. Vert ne s'accorde pas avec yeux mais avec émeraude et se met donc au singulier. Son regard ainsi parfaitement accordé m'oblige à baisser le mien. Lâche, tu es lâche, Frédéric. Oui, mais il y a entre nous un enfant mort. Au singulier. Définitivement.

Every man without passions has within him no principle of action, nor motive to act.

Love is the greatest Joy of Discovery one can feel!

Beauty must appeal to the senses, must provide us with immediate enjoyment, must impress us or insinuate itself into us without any effort on our part.

At love's most intoxicating moment, I have enough freedom left to want to abandon it, for a moment, to other hands.

Happiness, of all myths the least likely.

People discuss my art and pretend to understand as if it were necessary to understand, when it's simply necessary to love.

Color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment.