Quotes About Emotion

Piangendo [...] ci si pulisce meglio che tuffandosi nel lago più puro. Si posa il fardello sul marciapiede del binario d'arrivo.

I like not only to be loved, but to be told that I am loved; the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. George Eliot

It was her nature...her weakness, that for her loving another human being must always have this intensity...this absoluteness.

In that moment, she knew that whether or not it was too soon, she loved him. Now and forever.

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Teach me half the gladnessThat thy brain must know,Such harmonious madness,From my lips would flow,The world should listen then, as I am listening now.

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory —

Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest thoughts.

Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.

Poet's food is love and fame.

We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell Of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever Should come near.

Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Thou Wonder, and thou Beauty, and thou Terror!

What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain?

And the sunlight claps the earth, And the moonbeam kiss the sea, What is all these sweet work worth, If thou kiss not me.

Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

None talked that common, false, cold, hollow talk which makes the heart deny the yes it breathes.

Soon, sweet madness was poured upon my heart, a soft and thrilling sadness

Though the sound overpowers, Sing again, with your dear voice revealing A tone Of some world far from ours, Where music and moonlight and feeling Are one.

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Then she arose, and smiled on me with eyes Serene yet sorrowing

forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings Give various response to each varying blast, To whose frail frame no second motion brings One mood or modulation like the last.

Poetry, in a general sense, may be defined to be 'the expression of the imagination': and poetry is connate with the origin of man.