Quotes About Emotion

If you decide to join up with me, I want it to be because you're making a rational choice, not because you've been pushed by passion or despair.

Le bonheur est la poésie des femmes.

for she was invaded by a kind of love which every girl has gone through —the love of the unknown, love in its vaguest form,

Of necessity she went further in aversion than she had gone in love, for her hatred was not in proportion to her love but to her disappointed hopes.

Mon père m'a donné un cœur, mais vous l'avez fait battre.

Happiness is the inner poetry of women, just as fine clothes are the mask of beauty

Notre coeur est un trésor, videz-le d'un coup, vous êtes ruinés.

Quand les enfants commencent à voir, ils sourient; quand une jeune fille entrevoit le sentiment dans la nature, elle sourit comme elle souriait enfant. Si la lumière est le premier amour de la vie, l'amour n'est-il pas la lumière du cœur?

Le sentiment que l'homme supporte le plus difficilement est la pitié, surtout quand il la mérite. La haine est un tonique, elle fait vivre, elle inspire la vengeance; mais la pitié tue, elle affaiblit encore notre faiblesse.

All is true, - so true, that every one can discern the elements of the tragedy in his own house, perhaps in his own heart.

Una mujer es coqueta mientras no ama.

Ah! love is a mystery; it can only live hidden in the depths of the heart. You say, even to your friend, 'Behold her whom I love,' and there is an end of love.

La verdadera pasión se expresa con gritos, con suspiros fastidiosos para el hombre frío.

El sentimiento que el hombre soporta más difícilmente es la compasión, sobre todo cuando la merece. El odio es un tónico, hace vivir, inspira la venganza; pero la compasión mata, debilita aun nuestra flaqueza. Es el mal hecho embelesador, es el desprecio en la ternura o la ternura en la ofensa.

How natural it is to destroy what we cannot possess, to deny what we do not understand, and to insult what we envy!

perhaps love is only gratitude for pleasure.

The feeling of pity in others is very difficult for a man to bear, and it is hardest of all when the pity is deserved.

Those few hours had bleached her; she had lost a woman's last glow of autumn color. Her eyes were red and swollen, nothing of their beauty remained, nothing looked out of them save her bitter and exceeding grief; it was as if a gray cloud covered the place through which the sun had shone.

keep this excitement for the letter which shall tell you of my first love. By the way, why always "first?" Is there, I wonder, a second love?

Inima unei surori este un diamant de puritate, un noian de tandrete.

One time I said that you were my soul. And that still goes. You're all the things that I see in a sunset when I'm driving in from the country, the things that I like but can't make poetry of.

With most people, not describable as artists, all the finer part of their vitality goes into sex. They become third-rate poets during their courtship. All their instincts of drama come out freshly with their wives. The artist is he in whom this emotionality normally absorbed by sex is so strong that it claims a newer and more exclusive field of deployment. Its first creation is the Artist himself, a new sort of person; the creative man.

Laughter is the representative of Tragedy, when Tragedy is away.

Laughter is the Wild Body's song of triumph.