Quotes About Emotion

and though it is perhaps too facile to say that he was already in love with her, it is certainly true that from that moment on she was a permanent element in his mind.

My Aunty Frisco used to say that a man who has a strong relationship with fire is capable of historical love, because the flames keep the passion flowing in the smaller parts of the soul.

It's not much of a tail, but I'm sort of attached to it.

My heart beats faster as you take my hand, my love grows stronger as you touch my soul.

The music may have stopped but my heart beats to another tune, this rhythm called love.

And fire and ice within me fightBeneath the suffocating night.

If a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.

Oh, when I was in love with you,Then I was clean and brave,And miles around the wonder grewHow well I did behave.And now the fancy passes by,And nothing will remain,And miles around they'll say that IAm quite myself again.

Truth comes to us mediated by human love.

All the poems of love are one...

The end of a summer day; Sweet love dead.

If we ask a vague question, such as, 'What is poetry?' we expect a vague answer, such as, 'Poetry is the music of words ' or 'Poetry is the linguistic correction of disorder.'

Love and hate are not opposites. The opposite of love is indifference.

Cinta mempunyai wajah dan hati yang aneh. m/s-144

There's a good feeling about them. It's something I like to find in fiction. So many writers master form and technique, but get so little feeling into their work. I think that's important.

It's not much of a tail, but I'm sort of attached to it.

Oh, Bear!" said Christopher Robin. "How I do love you!" "So do I," said Pooh.

How do you spell love? You don't spell it, you feel it.

Logically, you should go to school, get good grades, go to college, get a good degree, go into the workplace, then work hard and be happy. The only problem is that happiness isn't logical.

Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.

Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.

He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, And went with half my life about my ways.

Oh, when I was in love with you, Then I was clean and brave, And miles around the wonder grew How well did I behave. And now the fancy passes by, And nothing will remain, And miles around they'll say that I Am quite myself again.

Tis the old wind in the old anger, But then it threshed another wood.