Quotes About Emotion

El poema es el momento en que se capta con la sangre el pensamiento de la vida.

La lluvia me empujó al correo. ¡Está lloviendo a cántaros! Y sobre mi corazón, a cántaros, tú.

No me digan ustedes en dónde están mis ojos, pregunten hacia dónde va mi corazón.

Ay, amor mío, no estoy triste, no, pero te quiero. Es un modo distinto de sufrir.

Tú sabes cómo te digo que te quiero cuando digo: "qué calor hace", "dame agua", "¿sabes manejar?", "se hizo de noche"...Entre las gentes, a un lado de tus gentes y las mías, te he dicho "ya es tarde", y tú sabías que decía "te quiero".

No es que muera de amor, muero de ti. Muero de ti, amor, de amor de ti, de urgencia mía de mi piel de ti, de mi alma de ti y de mi boca y del insoportable que yo soy sin ti.

Te besaría lentamente, apenas rozándote mis labios, y te diría cualquier cosa en voz baja, y me quedaría dormido a tu lado.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.

At the top of the page I wrote my full name [...] At the sight of it, many thoughts rushed through me, but I could write down only this: "I wish I could love someone so much that I would die from it." And then as I looked at this sentence a great deal of shame came over me and I wept and wept so much that the tears fell on the page and caused all the words to become one great big blur.

At the door I planted a kiss on Paul's mouth with an uncontrollable ardor that I actually did feel-a kiss of treachery, for I could still taste the other man in my mouth.

I wish I could love someone so much that I would die from it.

Jag önskar att jag kunde älska någon så högt att jag bara dog. Och när jag tittade på denna mening sköljde en våg av skam över mig. Jag brast i gråt och tårarna trillade ner på boksidan tills orden förvandlades till en stor plump.

I wish that I could love someone so much that I would die from it.

Poetry, is music to the ears, as the first cry of a newborn baby to its mother ears."

Love him and let him love you. Do you think anything else under heaven really matters?

It felt oily in his mind and left an aftertaste in his soul.

Now there was nothing to take their eyes from each other; and still, for some reason, they had nothing to say. They were not disturbed by this, but both felt almost the shyness of courtship.

Relief and fear were equal in her.

Andrew walked with him to the front door. "Just let me know, Andrew. Anything ," Walter said. "I will and thank you," Andrew replied. Their eyes met, and for a moment both were caught in astonishment. He wishes it was me ! Andrew thought. He wishes it was himself ! Walter thought. Perhaps I do, too , Andrew thought, and once again, as he had felt when he first saw the dead body, he felt absurd, ashamed, guilty almost of cheating, even of murder, in being alive.

Politeness is the enemy of both Art and Criticism. It tries to color true perception, dilute strong emotion, and replace genuine compassion. To pursue bad manners is childish, to pursue good ones is emasculation.

I think that love must be the ability to suspend one's intelligence for the sake of something. At the basis of love therefore must live imagination.

Take time every day to laugh, to think, to cry.

The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.

The fairest thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science." And, because of this, he was able to denounce that suffocating lack of consolation that comes from that myopia. "I answer, the man who regards his own life and that of his fellow creatures as meaningless is not merely unfortunate but almost disqualified for life.