Quotes About Emotion

No, she was not like a lover to me, for I forgot that she was beautiful, that we had come together in despite of a man, in the deep and growing indifference we felt toward that man. We were join in an infinity so pure that I never thought of death...

One can't write of love while making love.

Es gibt im Leben nur drei große Ereignisse: den Tod, die Berühmtheit oder die Liebe. Mein lieber blauer Leutnant, welches von den dreien wird mir wohl als erstes auf den Kopf oder ins Herz fallen?

No one has ever talked to me as he did of the color blue or of golden hair curling like shavings around a reddened ear ...

I'd rather be miserable with you than without you.' - Colette, Gigi

Il emportait un malaise qu'il connaissait trop bien, l'agacement, la gêne de ne jamais exprimer ce qu'il eût voulu exprimer, de ne jamais rencontrer la personne à qui il devait confier un aveu indéfini, un secret qui eût tout changé et dépouillé de son signe néfaste.

Your kiss at night is the sweetest for sure It allows me to dream of a thousand more.

Encounters with the living always drained him more than those with the dead.

Siri let out a silent puff of air. If he'd had a wife like this he would certainly have shot her long ago.

If you borrowed the very moonbeams for your head-dress, if you were a hundred times more beautiful than my fancy can paint, you would be as nothing to me,—less than nothing, because an object of aversion.

hatred is degenerated love

When I finish an album and I find myself listening to it in the car, because it makes me feel a certain way, that's the time to try to let other people know about it.

She put her cool hands to her hot cheeks, wondering why her heart should show so little regard for her feelings

Music happens to be an art form that transcends language.

Ze glimlachte de lach die ik zo goed kende en die nooit uit m'n geest zou verdwijnen. 'Dat gaat wel,' zei ze. 'Met mij ook,' zei ik. We logen, geloof ik, allebei.

Love wasn't just a soft, easy thing of the senses. It was hard, deep, austere.

O, ik weet het niet, maar besta, wees mooi. Zeg: kijk, een vogel en leer me de vogel zien. Zeg: het leven is een brood om in te bijten en de appels zien nog rood van plezier, en nog, en nog, zeg iets. Leer me huilen, en als ik huil, leer me zeggen: het is niets.

maar ik hou eigenlijk nog meer van een groep woorden die zich samen plotseling bijzonder intiem gaan voelen en zeggen: laat ons nou maar altijd bij elkaar, er hoeft er geen meer bij te komen.

A smile is the chosen vehicle for all ambiguities.

Ah, why should tears the pale cheek fretFor aught that waneth here below.Let go, let go!

A smile is the chosen vehicle of all ambiguities.

He was just head over ears in love, with a young woman as near as his hand and as remote as a star, and for the moment it was enough to be where she was.

It comforted him because it could not be called suffering if it was a sign of Art.

Contar una película es como contar un sueño. Contar una vida es como contar un sueño o una película.