Quotes About Emotion

Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent

When a man loves you, you can tell by the way he touches you. His hands that have been lifting heavy objects all day turn into sensitive hands that will never hurt you.

Love is an emotion that is based on an opinion of women that is impossible for those who have had any experience with them.

Love is the reward of love

Love is I know not what, which comes from I know not where and finishes I know not how.

Love is the best thing in the world, and the thing that lives the longest

You are the only person in the world that was ever necessary to me.

But logic never could convince the heart

Love is like the wind. You cannot see it... But you can feel it.

Love is blind, but desire just doesn't give a good goddamn

Love is one of those jokes you have to be there to get.

Love is a given, hatred is acquired.

We often pass from love to ambition, but we hardly ever return from ambition to love.

Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.

Too late for changes, too late perhaps for explanations and ideological webs, but the love goes on, the love goes on, blind to laws and warnings and even to wisdom and to fears. And whatever that love is, perhaps an illusion of a new love, I want it, I can't resist it, my whole being melts in one kiss, my knowledge melts, my fears melt, my blood dances, my legs open.

The pleasure of love is in loving, and we derive more happiness from the passion that we experience than from the passion we arouse.

There are mysteries about out love. Things that neither one of us may ever understand because love is an emotion without limit and understanding. We know we love each other but we could never explain completely as WHY we love each other. Love is not a clock. You simply cannot take it apart just to see what makes it tick, and even if you could, you probably could never get it back together again.

Love - the feeling - is a fruit of love, the verb

Those that have loved longest love best.

Beauty doesnt decide who we love, love decides who we find beautiful.

I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain dark things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

And then there are my friends, and they have their own lives. While they like to talk everything through, to analyze and hypothesize, what I really need, what I'm really looking for, is not something I can articulate. It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain turns off and your heart turns on.

I don't know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all the roses.

I would have loved it - without the French