Quotes About Emotion

Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips." His eyes are black with desire. "By you, I am forever undone.

Kill him before he makes you love him.

Love just is. You can fall in love after a minute or a week or a month or years. But once you love, there's no taking it back, at least not if it's a true love." Rereading

do you know that the first time I ever held you, I looked into your eyes and lost my heart? The same way I'm sure every father does when he holds his child for the first time. I knew then and there-right there on that very spot-that you were meant to be my little girl...

Love was not the point and pity was a poor man's pride.

Language is like songs, like food, like dance-it is the expression of what we think.

Your heart is always harder than a stone.

Remembering this, he [Achilles] wept bitterly, lying now on his side, now on his back, now on his face.

Sweeter it [wrath] is by far than the honeycomb dripping with sweetness, and spreads through the hearts of men.

Smiling through tears.

All happiness lasts but a moment, and the time that follows is only good for remembering what we have lost. —Homero Aridjis, Persephone (Vintage, 1986)

Man dies in despair while the Spirit dies in ecstasy.

Envy lurks at the bottom of the human heart like a viper in its hole.

Many men are deeply moved by the mere semblance of suffering in a woman they take the look of pain for a sign of constancy or of love.

First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.

Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.

But reason always cuts a poor figure beside sentiment the one being essentially restricted, like everything that is positive, while the other is infinite.

For passion, be it observed, brings insight with it it can give a sort of intelligence to simpletons, fools, and idiots, especially during youth.

However gross a man may be, the minute he expresses a strong and genuine affection, some inner secretion alters his features, animates his gestures, and colors his voice. The stupidest man will often, under the stress of passion, achieve heights of eloquence, in thought if not in language, and seem to move in some luminous sphere. Goriot's voice and gesture had at this moment the power of communication that characterizes the great actor. Are not our finer feelings the poems of the human will?

First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint a second time.

Love is the poetry of the senses!

True love rules especially through memory.

Il ya toute une vie dans une heure d'amour.

Love is a religion, and its rituals cost more than those of other religions. It goes by quickly and, like a street urchin, it likes to mark its passage by a trail of devastation.