Quotes About Emotion

an irrational and overpowering attraction

Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was fire itself.

Dispassionate calm can be a useful frame of mind, but it does not make for a compelling performance.

So yes. It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love.

But what of romance then?" I asked, slightly indignant. "What of love?

So yes. It had flaws, but what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it.

Es como la vida misma [...]. Nos gustan las cosas dulces, pero necesitamos las amargas.

So this is the difference between telling a story and being in one, he thought numbly, the fear.

It took him a long miserable time before he realized the truth of things: there is a great deal of difference between a penis and a heart.

He recognized me. Not as other people would, not as a budding hero out of stories. Tapis had no time for such things. He remembered me as the smudgy, starveling boy who fell down his stairs fever-sick and crying one winter night. You could say I loved him even more for that.

No podía oler la falta de olor del niño y no esperaba ninguna emoción de él porque su propia alma estaba sellada.

se decidió contra el amor y a favor de la vida. Dadas las circunstancias, ésta solo era posible sin aquél, y si él hubiera exigido ambas cosas, no cabe duda que habría parecido sin tardanza.

Odours have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions or will. The persuasive power of an dour cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it.

There was only one thing the perfume could not do. It could not turn him into a person who could love and be loved like everyone else.

What he coveted was the odor of certain human beings: that is, those rare humans who inspire love.

Not a visible enthusiasm but a hidden one, an excitement burning with a cold flame.

Whenever the lion fish in the fish tank in the captain's ready room died it was always a sad moment.

He had to hold his body very still, very still, like some vessel about to slosh over from too much motion. Gradually he managed to get control of his breathing. His excited heart beat more steadily; the pounding of the waves inside him subsided slowly. And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusky reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opened, and he entered. The next performance in the theatre of his soul was beginning.

What's powerful about a love scene is not seeing the act. It's seeing the passion, the need, the desire, the caring, the fear.

Love is in the air." "Is that what that smell is?" "Yep," said Paddy.

Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

He took twelve pictures that day. Within a few days he showed me the contact sheet. "This one has the magic," he said. When I look at it now, I never see me. I see us.

Nobody sees as we do, Patti" he said again. Whenever he said things like that, for a magical space of time, it was as if we were the only two people in the world.

Smile for me, Patti, as I am smiling for you.