Quotes About Emotion

In love, at one of its poles you find the personal, at the other the impersonal. At one you have the positive assertion - Here I am; at the other the equally strong denial - I am not. Without this ego what is love? And again, with only this ego how c

My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, but after one such love can love no more.

I took a Dive and On the Way down I Saw you and You Saved me from Myself and I won't Forget the Way you Loved me.

My Hopes are so High that your Kiss might Kill me So wont you Kill me So I die Happy.

When we love there is no reason why.

Love lodged in a woman's breast, Is but a guest

Love is talkative passion.

I can't carry this in my heart ... for it's tearing me apart

The truth [is] that there is only one terminal dignity - love. And the story of a love is not important-what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

Alas, love is too regional.

You should make a woman angry if you wish her to love

Jealousy is the only vice that gives no pleasure.

Love makes everything that is heavy light.

The more connections you and your lover make, not just between your bodies, but between your minds, your hearts, and your souls, the more you will strengthen the fabric of your relationship, and the more real moments you will experience together.

True love never dies, even if you have found a new love, the sweet memory of the past will continue to hunt you for the rest of your life.

Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly.

Love is like a war: Easy to begin Hard to end!

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it.

The hottest love has the coldest end.

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

A man is not where he lives, but where he loves.

Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do...but how much love we put in that action.