Quotes About Emotion

Let your love see me even through the barrier of nearness.

When at last we have to die it will be time enough to get cold. While we are on fire let us seethe and boil.

Our music draws the listener away, beyond the limits of everyday human joys and sorrows, and takes us to that lonely region of renunciation which lies to the root of the universe, while European music leads us to a variegated dance through the endless rise and fall of human grief and joy.

My heart is homesick to-day for the one sweet hour across the sea of time.

Her wistful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.

Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes: thus begins the record of our hearts.

My useless life can only break out in tunes without a purpose. (#15)

The hidden clash of a silent conflict like this is far harder to bear than an open quarrel.

Mientras estemos en llamas, sepamos arder y bullir

In love we find a joy which is ultimate because it is the ultimate truth.

a silent cry of the inmost heart for the mother, like the lowing of a calf in the twilight,—this

The world speaks to me in pictures, my soul answers in music.

black eyes need no translating; the mind itself throws a shadow upon them. In them thought opens or shuts, shines forth or goes out in darkness, hangs steadfast like the setting moon or like the swift and restless lightning illumines all quarters of the sky. They who from birth have had no other speech than the trembling of their lips learn a language of the eyes, endless in expression, deep as the sea, clear as the heavens, wherein play dawn and sunset, light and shadow. The

Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines.

hidden in my eyes; I will thread your image like a gem on my joy and hang it on my bosom.

The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, "Keep me in your heart for ever." The jasmine sighed, "Alas," and dropped to the ground.

O that I were stored with a secret, like unshed rain in summer clouds — a secret, folded up in silence, that I could wander away with. O that I had someone to whisper to, where slow waters lap under trees that doze in the sun. The hush this evening seems to expect a footfall, and you ask me for the cause of my tears. I cannot give a reason why I weep, for that is a secret still withheld from me.

The literature of the new age seeks not to narrate a sequence of events, but to reveal the secrets of the heart.

In love I pay my endless debt to you for what you are.

She wants neither land nor a house. She'll die if she can't see you.

I know who visits your dream, Dark One. Say her name. Her smile streaks like lightning through clouds of sleep. ?y?ma, she has nothing with which to repay you. Such impatience, biha?ga! Don't wake my sleeping ?y?ma. And you, moon, pour down your cold milk on the sun's too early fire.

Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.

Music fills the infinite between two souls