Quotes About Emotion

Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.

You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it.

Write with love, write with joy, and write with pride.

Kiril Roublev glissa, à longues enjambées sur ses skis, jusqu'à a la station suivante, le long de bois silencieux où l'obscurité semblait naître à ras de terre ainsi qu'une brume insaisissable. Un mince croissant de lune bleu terriblement effilé, épousant la forme d'une gorge idéale, monta dans la nuit. Roublev pensa: Vilaine lune. La peur vient tout à fait comme la nuit.

What are you dreaming of Varvara?" asked Avelii. He saw in her eyes that look, at once absent and intimate, that we have when, perhaps unawares, we reach out so intensely toward another person—toward the deep, multiple self within his parcel of eternity—that we stop noticing him in the present.

You can fake your age or mask it, but the passion that moves the characters has to be real.

And I know when your lips meet mine I feel as though I have never been kissed before.

I say seduce her, seduce her tonight. Break the door down if you have to. Tell her all those things you said to me about her. You will love her more tomorrow than today and how you want to die with her hand in yours–which is an excellent line, by the way, that I fully intend to borrow when the time comes.

My father once told me love is magic, sir.

The way memory is the ringing after a gunshot. The way we try to remember the gunshot but can't. The way memory gets up after someone has died and starts walking.

I always knew that grief was something I could smell. But I didn't know that it's not actually a noun but a verb. That it moves.

I know the heart doesn't really shatter, but I also can no longer feel it.

Depression is a glove over the heart. Depression is an image of a glove over the image of a heart.

That darkness is not the absorption of color but the absorption of language.

But maybe I am wrong, how death is simply death, each slightly different from the next but the final strike all the same. How the skin responds to a wedding dress in the same way it responds to rain.

An unhappy ending makes it literature rather than romantic fiction.

Such meticulousness was touching, as though Maggie poured into the house all the tenderness that was rebuffed by those she lived with.

Never make a decision while in the state of anger.

Beauty without expression tires.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

Beauty awakens the soul to act.

There are only two things that pierce the human heart. One is beauty. The other is affliction.