Quotes About Emotion

Por qué la música es capaz de ir al fondo del dolor? Porque es allí donde ella mora.

Ces marques de vieillesse le rapprochaient d'elle ou de son état. Son cœur battait à rompre par la joie qu'il éprouvait et ses mains tremblaient.

Aos olhos dos antigos a cólera que há na melancolia é o negro que há na noite.

A cólera é tão exaltante e vertiginosa como a volúpia.

Il n'y avait que dans ses compositions qu'on découvrait la complexité et la délicatesse du monde qui était caché sous ce visage et derrière les gestes rares et rigides.

Quand je tire mon archet, c'est un petit morceau de mon cœur vivant que je déchire. Ce que je fais, ce n'est que la discipline d'une vie où aucun jour n'est férié. J'accomplis mon destin.

Il vivait un amour que rien ne diminuait. Il lui semblait que c'était le même amour, le même abandon, la même nuit, le même froid.

Ma tristesse est indéfinissable. Vous avez raison de m'adresser ce reproche. La parole ne peut jamais dire ce dont je veux parler et je ne sais comment le dire...

A quién más quiero? En este momento de mi vida, sólo te quiero a ti. Esto es lo que hay.

Seguía escrupulosamente los horarios de las Bolsas y las variaciones del Mercado de Valores. Así entretenía mis insominos. Era bastante asocial. La música me emocionaba. Era lo único que distraía la tristeza y los sedimentos de los días y su recuerdo.

Grief's only ever as deep as the love it's replaced.

You're begging me to go Then making me stay Why do you hurt me so bad It would help me to know Do I stand in your way Or am I the best thing you've had

Fire and ice You come on like a flame Then you turn a cold shoulder Fire and ice I want to give you my love But you'll just take a little piece of my heart

Without music, life is a journey through a desert.

Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.

Without music and dance, life is a journey through a desert.

I do not have any other way of saying it. I think it happens but once and only to the very young when it feels like your skin could ignite at the mere touch of another person. You get to love like that but once.

I love you. I worry about you. I wonder whether I tell you enough how I love you and want you and need you and how I am diminished . . . when you are not with me and how I am multiplied when you are here.

Be led by your joy.

It is what we love the most / can make us most afraid

You cannot get emotionally involved in the writing, the object for the writer is to manipulate the reader so that the reader feels the emotion. Quote from a radio interview on the Reality Break show in 1997.

The main thing to remember is that making love is at once the silliest and the most sacred act humans can perform.

Fear makes idiots out of us all, at some time or other.

If she know how strongly he felt, she'd have run out the door. He wasn't used to the possessive, or the savage joy she brought to his heart. It ate at his control, so he turned his attention to the music. He understood music.