Quotes About Emotion

De meeste gebeurtenissen zijn niet te verwoorden, ze voltrekken zich in een ruimte die nog nooit door een woord is betreden.

It is also good to love: because love is difficult. For one human being to love another human being: that is perhaps the most difficult task that has been entrusted to us, the ultimate task, the final test and proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation. That is why young people, who are beginners in everything, are not yet capable of love: it is something they must learn.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Lösch mir die Augen aus: ich kann dich sehn, wirf mir die Ohren zu: ich kann dich hören, und ohne Füße kann ich zu dir gehn, und ohne Mund noch kann ich dich beschwören. Brich mir die Arme ab, ich fasse dich mit meinem Herzen wie mit einer Hand, halt mir das Herz zu, und mein Hirn wird schlagen, und wirfst du in mein Hirn den Brand, so werd ich dich auf meinem Blute tragen.

Bir dünya girer benim görüÅŸ alan?ma, belki ay gibi insan bar?nmayan bir yer; onlar tek duyguyu haline b?rakmaz ama, orta mal?d?r kulland?klar? bütün sözler.

Porque lo bello no es sino el comienzo de lo terrible

DüÅŸünebilirdim ta en son k?y?na kadar bin katl? bir düÅŸünceyle ben seni; ve bir gülümseme süresince benim olurdun.

Memory Is Not Enough Memory is not enough… I do not recollect. What I am is alive in me because of you. I do not reinvent you at sadly cooled-off places you have left behind. Even your absence is filled with your warmth and is more real than your not-existing. Longing often meanders into vagueness. Why should I throw myself away when something in you may be touching me, very lightly, like moonlight on a window seat.

Seldom have you smiled so tenderly, mothers. How could he help loving what smiled at him. Before you he loved it, since, while you carried him, it was dissolved in the waters, that render the embryo light.

And we, who have always thought of happiness as rising , would feel the emotion that almost overwhelms us whenever a happy thing falls .

love then is what my hands attempt to grasp because I want to say a prayer whose sounds my burning mouth, my lips, cannot bring forth … (Franz Kappus)

N'est-il pas temps que ceux qui aiment se libèrent de l'objet aimé et le surmontent, frémissants ? Ainsi le trait vainc la corde pour être, rassemblé dans le bond, plus que lui-même. Car nulle part il n'est d'arrêt.

Try to express what you see and experience and love and lose as if you were the first man alive.

In one creative thought a thousand forgotten nights of love revive, filling it with sublimity and exaltation.

We are not permitted to linger, even with what is most intimate. From images that are full, the spirit plunges on to others that suddenly must be filled; there are no lakes till eternity. Here, falling is best. To fall from the mastered emotion into the guessed-at, and onward.

love then is what my hands attempt to grasp because I want to say a prayer whose sounds my burning mouth, my lips, cannot bring forth …

To love is good, for love is hard. Love between one person and another: that is perhaps the hardest thing it is laid on us to do, the utmost, the ultimate trial and test, the work for which all other work is just preparation.

Il vostro più intimo accadere è degno di tutto il vostro amore.

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 hand with all their strength, while in the heightening of love the impulse is to give oneself wholly away.

As one puts a handkerchief before pent-in-breath- no: as one presses it against a wound out of which the whole of life, in a single gush, wants to stream, I held you to me: I saw you turn red from me. How could anyone express what took place between us? We made up for everything there was never time for. I matured strangely in every impulse of unperformed youth, and you, love, had wildest childhood over my heart…

how will you sleep without my whispering above you like the linden's branches? Without my lying here awake and placing words, almost like eyelids, on your breasts, your limbs, your lips. Without my closing you and leaving you alone with what is yours like a garden with a mass of mint-balm and star-anise.

To love is good, too: love being difficult. For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation." ? Rainer Maria Rilke

Darum können junge Menschen, die Anfänger in allem sind, die Liebe noch nicht: sie müssen sie lernen. Mit dem ganzen Wesen, mit allen Kräften, versammelt um ihr einsames, banges, aufwärts schlagendes Herz, müssen sie lieben lernen.

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