Quotes About Emotion

Music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul.

La peor prisión es un corazón cerrado

A los amantes les llega el arrepentimiento del bien que hayan podido hacer, tan pronto como se les aplaca su deseo.

For once touched by love, everyone becomes a poet

Sólo de libre voluntad se somete uno al Amor

Cuando se suscita en el alma alguna rebelión, la cólera toma siempre las armas en favor de la razón.

Love is a serious mental illness.

El amor es una grave enfermedad mental.

That which is afraid is that which is capable of being affected.

Stay with me.' His eyes shone. 'Play with me.

A heart like an artichoke?" "Oui. He has a leaf for everyone, but makes a meal for no one.

I do not know what I will think tomorrow and later; today I feel no distinct emotion.

For those regarded as warriors... When engaged in combat, the vanquishing of thine enemy can be the warrior's only concern. Suppress all human emotion and compassion. Kill whoever stands in thy way, even if that be Lord God or Buddha himself. This truth lies at the heart of the art of combat.

Aesthetic emotion puts man in a state favorable to the reception of erotic emotion. Art is the accomplice of love. Take love away and there is no longer art.

Es necesario estar desilusionado y, sin embargo, apasionadamente enamorado de la vida, aun cuando se haya descubierto su gran futilidad.

Love is like sleep. One can never seize, never force love.

Every woman knows there are only two kinds of men: those who feel and those who pretend. Always remember, my dear, though only the former can be loved, only the latter can be trusted. It is passion that blackens eyes, not calculation.

Some events mark us so deeply that they find more force of presence in their aftermath than in their occurrence. They are moments that rankle at becoming past, and so remain contemporaries of our beating hearts. Some events are not remembered—they are relived.

We," she repeated, laughing as though both hurt and astounded. "It really is 'we' now, isn't it?" With a shy, even scared, smile, she helped him pull free his weathered robes. "When I can't find you," he said, "or even when you turn away, I feel … I feel hollow, as though my heart's a thing of smoke … Isn't that 'we'?

He said ... A pause. He cleared his throat. He said that pity was the only love I could hope for. He saw her swallow, blink. Oh, Akka ... Of all the world, only she truly understood. Of all the world.

A cut scarred where a caress faded away.

One cannot raise walls against what has been forgotten. Heartbroken

She understood, and it terrified her, for it was a thing too near to love.

At this moment nothing seems so difficult as squeezing pity into the semblance of avid interest.