Quotes About Emotion

It is also good to love: because love is difficult.

Look, I am living. On what? Neither the childhood nor future/ grows any smaller...Superabundant being/ wells up in my heart.

For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror.

I believe that that love remains strong and intense in your memory because it was your first deep aloneness and the first inner work that you did on your life.

No feeling is final.

Our own heart always exceeds us.

Love is something difficult and it is more difficult than other things because in other conflicts nature herself enjoins men to collect themselves, to take themselves firmly in the hand with all their strength, while in the heightening of love the impulse is to give oneself wholly away.

Let everything happen to you. Beauty and terror. No feeling is final.

Du, dem ich's nicht sage, daß ich bei Nacht weinend liege, dessen Wesen mich müde macht wie eine Wiege. Du, der mir nicht sagt, wenn er wacht meinetwillen: wie, wenn wir diese Pracht ohne zu stillen in uns ertrügen? Sieh Dir die Liebenden an, wenn erst das Bekennen begann, wie bald sie lügen.

Poetry is the past that breaks out in our hearts.

Wie hab ich das gefühlt was Abschied heißt. Wie weiß ichs noch: ein dunkles unverwundnes grausames etwas, das ein Schönverbundnes noch einmal zeigt und hinhält und zerreißt.

And the heart has become so tired, and the longing so vast.

Besser vielleicht, du wärest in der Dunkelheit geblieben und dein unabgegrenztes Herz hätte versucht, all des Ununterscheidbaren schweres Herz zu sein.

We don't know the contour of feeling; we only know what molds it from without.

Death is great. We are his completely with laughing eyes. When we feel ourselves immersed in life, he dares to weep immersed in us. (Der Tod ist groß. Wir sind die Seinen lachenden Munds. Wenn wir uns mitten im Leben meinen, wagt er zu weinen mitten in uns.)

For even the best err in words when they are meant to mean most delicate and almost inexpressible things.

Don't petals of soft words float upon your blood?

La rose complète J'ai une telle conscience de ton être, rose complète, que mon consentement te confond avec mon cÅ"ur en fête. Je te respire comme si tu étais, rose, toute la vie, et je me sens l'ami parfait d'une telle amie.

I believe that love remains so strong and powerful in your memory because it was your first deep experience of solitariness and the first inner work that you undertook on your life.

In one creative thought a thousand forgotten nights of love revive and lend it grandeur and height.

But if they, the infinitely dead, were awakening an image within us, see, they would perhaps point to the catkins hanging from the bare hazels, or mean the rain pelting the dark earth in spring.— And we, who think of happiness as rising, would feel an emotion that almost startles when a happy thing falls.

C'est toi qui prépares en toi plus que toi, ton ultime essence. Ce qui sort de toi, ton ultime essence. Ce qui sort de toi, ce troublant émoi, c'est ta danse. Chaque pétale consent et fait dans le vent quelques pas odorants invisibles. Ô musiques des yeux, toute entourée d'eux, tu deviens au milieu intangible.

Cum aÅŸ putea s? mi-l mai Å£in în mine sufletul când mi-l mângâi tu?

Co to by?o - ten p?omie?, ten nieko?cz?cy si? brak, to s?odkie, g??bokie, promieniuj?ce uczucie zbieraj?cych si? ?ez? Co to by?o?