Quotes About Emotion

Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us all without words

Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have retained of them.

The bonds that unite another person to ourselves exist only in our mind. Memory as it grows fainter relaxes them, and notwithstanding the illusion by which we would fain be cheated and with which, out of love, friendship, politeness, deference, duty, we cheat other people, we exist alone. Man is the creature that cannot emerge from himself, that knows his fellows only in himself when he asserts the contrary, he is lying.

Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.

Time, which changes people, does not alter the image we have of them.

The thirst for something other than what we have…to bring something new, even if it is worse, some emotion, some sorrow; when our sensibility, which happiness has silenced like an idle harp, wants to resonate under some hand, even a rough one, and even if it might be broken by it.

In his younger days a man dreams of possessing the heart of the woman whom he loves; later, the feeling that he possesses the heart of a woman may be enough to make him fall in love with her.

Love is space and time measured by the heart.

No doubt very few people understand the purely subjective nature of the phenomenon that we call love, or how it creates, so to speak, a supplementary person, distinct from the person whom the world knows by the same name, a person most of whose constituent elements are derived from ourselves.

the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment..

And then, gradually, the memory of her would fade away, I had forgotten the girl of my dream.

It is always thus, impelled by a state of mind which is destined not to last, we make our irrevocable decisions

I felt myself still reliving a past which was no longer anything more than the history of another person;

We fall in love for a smile, a look, a shoulder. That is enough; then, in the long hours of hope or sorrow, we fabricate a person, we compose a character.

For often I have wished to see a person again without realising that it was simply because that personal recalled to me a hedge of hawthorns in blossom, and I have been led to believe, and to make someone else believe, in a renewal of affection, by what was no more than an inclination to travel.

There are mountainous, arduous days, up which one takes an infinite time to climb, and downward-sloping days which one can descend at full tilt, singing as one goes.

Ah, in those earliest days of love how naturally the kisses spring into life! So closely, in their profusion, do they crowd together that lovers would find it as hard to count the kisses exchanged in an hour as to count the flowers in a meadow in May.

It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.

Le risoluzioni definitive si prendono sempre e soltanto per uno stato d'animo che non è destinato a durare.

Love is a reciprocal torture.

The person with whom we are in love is to be recognised only by the intensity of the pain that we suffer.

I felt that I did not really remember her except through the pain, and I longed for the nails that riveted her to my consciousness to be driven yet deeper.

I could no longer desire physically without feeling a need for her, without suffering from her absence.

Happiness is good for the body, but it is grief which develops the strengths of the mind.