Quotes About Emotion

Love is an attempt at penetrating another being, but it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual.

Touched by poetry, language is more fully language and at the same time is no longer language: it is a poem.

Love is an attempt to penetrate another being, but it can only be realized if the surrender is mutual.

I venerate with emotion everything that comes from the heart when it is simple, silent and confident. It is a sensual pleasure, subtle and touching, to try to reach characters through the varied outer appearances of human conditions.

The most exciting happiness is the happiness generated by forces beyond your control.

One man's remorse is another man's reminiscence.

I dreamt that my hair was kempt. Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.

You wrote words with your hand, but your mind wiped me away.

Fear is a powerful but conquerable emotion that is universal to all, necessary for living, ever present but constantly changing in its form.

I still look back with pleasure on the first scenes of my life, though that pleasure has been for the most part mingled with sorrow.

Everything is darkened by the shadow of your love for your child." I

I thought: please don't grow familiar. I think I said it out loud: Please don't let me love you that horrible way.

did I mention my first kiss was extracted by someone who never should have been that lucky?

what doesn't begin with love and death and end in loneliness?

I thought: please don't grow familiar. I think I said it out loud: Please don't let me love you that horrible way. The

III. I take my love to Manita. Swift-boned, green- eyed, dressed in her dark skin and hair, I take my Love in on fire. Manita moans. Manita's hands flow delicate as insects, agile as fish, cool as the shifting water, the night- quiet lake. I take my Love to her hand on fire. She takes my love.

There are some people at whom one only has to glance for one's throat to tighten and one's eyes to fill with tears of emotion. These people make one feel as if a stronger memory of our former innocence remains in them, as if they were a freak of nature, not entirely battered by the Fall. Perhaps they are messengers, like the servants who find a lost prince who's unaware of his origins, show him the robe that he wore in his native country, and remind him how to return home.

zrozumia?am, ?e smutek jest wa?nym s?owem w definicji ?wiata. Le?y u podstaw wszystkiego, jest pi?tym ?ywio?em, kwintesencj?.

But the truth is that anyone who feels Anger, and does not take action, merely spreads the infection.

Czasami, gdy Cz?owiek do?wiadcza Gniewu, wszystko wydaje si? oczywiste i proste. Gniew zaprowadza porz?dek, pokazuje ?wiat w oczywistym skrócie, w Gniewie powraca te? dar Jasno?ci Widzenia, o który trudno w innych stanach.

At that point I felt a surge of Anger, genuine, not to say Divine Anger. It flooded me from inside in a burning hot wave. This energy made me feel great, as if it were lifting me off the ground, a mini Big Bang within the universe of my body. There was fire burning within me, like a neutron star.

She squeezes my shoulder and leaves, disappearing between shelves labeled "Drama" and "Action.

If something hurts me, I erase it from my mental map. Places where I stumbled, fell, where I was struck down, cut to the quick, where things were painful—such places are simply not there any longer. This means I've gotten rid of several big cities and one whole province. Maybe someday I'll eliminate a country.

There is a certain well-known syndrome named after Stendhal in which one arrives in a place known from literature or art and experiences it so intensely that one grows weak or faints.