Quotes About Emotion

Perhaps everyone loved someone; I didn't now, I couldn't give much thought to love; in order to travel far you had to be detached, and I had the long road back to the campus before me.

I pour the red liquid over the white mound, watching it glisten and the vapor rising as Louis bends that military instrument into a beam of lyrical sound.

Something in Mama's voice was vast and high, like a rainbow; yet something sad and deep, like when the organ played in church, was around Mama's words.

Sometimes a scream is better than a thesis.

Of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest.

Beauty without expression is boring.

Thou art to me a delicious torment.

Give all to love; Obey thy heart....

The poet knows that he speaks adequately, then, only when he speaks somewhat wildly.

Cut these words and they would bleed; they are vascular and alive.

In art the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can inspire.

Passion, though a bad regulator, is a powerful spring.

We have a great deal more kindness than is ever spoken. (Despite) all the selfishness that chills like east winds the world, the whole human family is bathed with an element of love like a fine ether... The effect of the indulgence of this human affection is a certain cordial exhilaration.

I grieve that grief can teach me nothing.

The ruin or blank, that we see when we look at nature is in our own eye...Love is as much its demand, as perception. Indeed neither can be perfect without the other.

The power of love, as the basis of a State, has never been tried.

All mankind love a lover.

Love is the bright foreigner, the foreign self.

The love that you withhold is the pain you carry.

If utterance is denied, the thought lies like a burden on the man.

The only thing grief has taught me is to know how shallow it is.

Love is as much its demand as perception. Indeed, neither can be perfect without the other.

Glück ist ein Parfüm, das du nicht auf andere sprühen kannst, ohne selbst ein paar Tropfen abzubekommen.

In art, the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can imagine