Quotes About Emotion

Love is not like a potato--you can't throw it out the window.

Dancing can reveal all the mystery that music conceals.

Love leaped out in front of us like a murderer in an alley leaping out of nowhere, and struck us both at once.

Just like a murderer jumps out of nowhere in an alley, love jumped out in front of us and struck us both at once

Love, like fire, goes out without fuel.

my love had grown one with my soul; it became darker, but did not go out

A strange thing, the human heart in general, and woman's heart in particular.

A szeretet melegít, s ? sohasem fázott még ilyen nagyon

The efficacy of an arbitrary personal attack is that it clears a path for the important issues.

Kitsch causes two tears to flow in quick succession. The first tear says: How nice to see children running on the grass!The second tear says: How nice to be moved, together with all mankind, by children running on the grass! It is the second tear that makes kitsch kitsch.

You can't measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange.

When she first felt her son's groping mouth attach itself to her breast, a wave of sweet vibration thrilled deep inside and radiated to all parts of her body; it was similar to love, but it went beyond a lover's caress, it brought a great calm happiness, a great happy calm.

Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.

When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.

The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful ... Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.

A single metaphor can give birth to love.

However beautiful a song may be, it is just a tune to those who do not understand its meaning.

Music is a funny thing when you really come to think about it.

He engordado porque ya estaba demasiado llena de odio. El amor ocupa en el hombre tanto lugar como le deje el odio, igual que en una jarra de vino cabe tanta agua como vino se haya bebido, y cuanto más profundo es el odio, más aflora el amor a la superficie...

Quando alguém permanece um bom tempo calado, se não estiver dormindo deve estar pensando no amor ou na morte".

It was possible that he was in love with the way she wrote the number two—her parallel lines expressing a kind of free movement inside the invisible box that contained the ideograph's strokes.

He walked until he couldn't hear her scream his name anymore. He walked rigidly and calmly, not believing that a person you loved - yes he has loved her - could end up being someone you never knew.

Don't do what I do but what you think is right. But whatever you do, you can't keep yourself from getting hurt. The heart doesn't seem to work that way.

From the moment she'd met him, she'd felt his presence all around her.