Quotes About Emotion

Always, there was music.

Creo que lo único que quieres hacer cuando realmente has amado algo es transmitir su recuerdo a otros.

But that's always the way, isn't it? It's easy to be sensible for other people, but you can't always be sensible for yourself.

He was in her thoughts – a deep tender sultry garden.

I love her fairy-wise mind.

My dearest, tenderest one, I love the star-infused melancholy of your face,

Without remorse, you calmly thrust your knife Into each heart that shared its love with you.

Your love is like murder.

Sorrow seemed to me to be more like a road wound through life

There was something I wanted to feel, and I felt it only when I was writing.

He smiles at me, and it is a knock on my chest, as if he had reached out and rapped it. My chest opens, my heart admits him.

And then she leaned back her head with the faintest smile and, tapping her chin, asked, Are you in love with him, this mystery composer? How can I be? I asked in return. I don't even know him. Almost every opera is about this, she said, her smile growing. Love before first sight.

Love is never governed by Reason.

The smile he gives Mr. Zhe on greeting is more intimate than a kiss hello.

I could stand before him, be in his arms as I was just then, and still be lost to him, some phantom of a desire he cherished more than he cherished me, the woman he claimed to love.

And so it is sometimes when I sing that the notes come from me as if I believed I could reach them where they rest, they sure of a reunion I still cannot imagine or believe in except, sometimes, in song.

All thirsts are without explanations, as are all loves.

as lover's complaint was noted, perhaps, by the one who knew to find it, and for the rest of the room, only artistic caprice—the

He had said this to me before, and as I heard it, I felt as if I were vanishing into all the other times he had said this to me, returning to a single place where I was always leaving him, and on my return, he was always saying something of this kind.

Men are rather reasoning than reasonable animals, for the most part governed by the impulse of passion.

Love is a sort of insanity.

The anger that rose in him was a new thing.

Phantasy provides a kind of temporary glue, which keeps people from falling apart through the production of illusions which enable them somehow to live with themselves.

The modern individual is committed to being successful, not to being a person. He belongs rightly to the 'action generation' whose motto is 'do more but feel less.