Quotes About Emotion

A tragedy need not have blood and death it's enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy.

I loved him too much not to hate him at all!

You are Emperor, my lord, and yet you weep?

A tragedy need not have blood and death; it's enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy.

I have loved him too much not to hate

I cherished you inconstant; what would I have done, faithful? Now, even now, when your cruel mouth so calmly speaks my death sentence, I wonder, cold wretch, I wonder still, if I do not love you.

Elle flotte, elle hésite; en un mot, elle est femme." "(She floats, she hesitates; in a word, she's a woman.)

Le nom d'amant peut-être offense son courage; Mais il en a les yeux, s'il n'en a le langage.

What was there in the world more Western than Mozart, more civilized, more perfect? No eight hundred thousand voices could drone their chant to Mozart's notes. Mozart had never written to stir the masses, but to touch the heart of each single human being, in his private self.

Mozart nunca escribió para conmover a las masas, sino para tocar el corazón de cada ser humano en su intimidad

Sometimes something awful could break your heart with beauty.

I often want to cry. That is the only advantage women have over men—at least they can cry.

Today I must be very careful, today I have left my armor at home.

Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the dark So soon, so soon.

Something came out from my heart into my throat and then into my eyes.

Have all beautiful things sad destinies?

I never use the word 'sex' in my novels - that is not what romance is about. It's about love and emotion. All my stories were different but they all had a happy ending - the perfect finish to any romance.

His heart cracked open and flooded all the space around it.

If you have heard a Jewish cantor sing, if he has touched you and made your own sorrow seem trivial when compared with his, you will know my feeling when I follow the curves of her profile, like mobile rivers, to their common delta.

Whats beauty anyway but ugliness if it hurts you?

Her own glowing is too rich a thing to let her feel the slimness of his diluted passion.

What would it have mattered? What does any of it matter? You don't have to look at me like that! I'm not mad! I know what's going on . . . we'd all of us be better dead!' There was a long silence; then Shahid, grimly, said: 'I expect, very soon, we all shall be.

The word love has been so abused by publicity and advertisements that we no longer know really what it means.

It is funny how certain places get connected with certain people, and you never go back without thinking of them.