Quotes About Emotion

Io le spiegai che l'amore non esisteva, che era un'invenzione di un italiano chiamato Petrarca e dei trovatori provenzali. Che quanto la gente credeva un cristallino fiotto dell'emozione, una pura effusione del sentimento era il desiderio istintivo dei gatti in calore celato dietro le belle parole e i miti della letteratura.

Ik herinnerde me haar woorden: 'Door dit te doen leef ik intenser.' Goed, wie met vuur speelt, zal zich vroeg of laat branden.

En amour il n'est pas de grade, comme dit la chanson.

Les insultes d'une femme sont des fleurs pour un homme.

Kalau sesuatu bermakna begitu besar buatmu, kau menyelubunginya dengan misteri, tercetus padaku untuk berkata.

La masa, en el libro de Ortega, es un conjunto de individuos que se han desindividualizado, dejando de ser unidades humanas libres y pensantes, disueltas en una amalgama que piensa y actúa por ellos, más por reflejos condicionados —emociones, instintos, pasiones— que por razones.

Ahora sabía que el amor era también una exaltación de la piel, un encandilamiento de los sentidos, un vértigo que parecía completarla

Sentía en los dedos de la mano atrapada por Chabela los vellos de un pubis ligeramente levantado y la oquedad empapada, palpitante, contra la que aquélla la aplastaba. Temblando

Las cosas y los seres de la realidad que me han conmovido más han sido los que más se acercaban a la literatura.

Por otra parte, el Perú me ha parecido siempre un país de gentes tristes

Overigens past die bijnaam uitstekend bij je. Niet in denigrerende zin, maar letterlijk. Dat ben je, mon vieux, ook al vind je het niet leuk: een brave jongen.' 'Weet je dat het een prachtige liefdesgeschiedenis is?' riep Elena uit, terwijl ze me verbaasd aankeek. 'Want au fond is het dat: een prachtige liefdesgeschiedenis. Deze zwartkijker van een Belg heeft nooit op die manier van me gehouden. Zij boft maar.

Miss Manson," said Freddie, "I think I love you.

Even if someone wasn't perfect or even especially good, you couldn't dismiss the love they felt. Love was always love; it had a rightness all its own, even if the person feeling the love was full of wrongness.

There's a kind of holiness to love, requited or not, and those people who don't receive it with gratitude are arrogant beyond saving.

I don't think love is blind, true love is probably the most clear-eyed state of being there is.' 'Maybe you're right. Maybe with true love, you see and you love anyway…

I don't think love is blind, but wanting to be in love, that's probably blind.

There was something about her playing... a knowledge of darkness in the most extreme form.

But that was how it went sometimes, the English language, when you really needed it, crumbled to clay in your mouth. That's when all the real things were said.

When men desire each other, they crash together like wrecking balls, quenching their need right then and there, as if the world were about to end.

You'll find that great artists don't love, live, fuck or even die like ordinary people. Because they always have their art. It nourishes them more than any connection to people. Whatever human tragedy befalls them, they're never too gutted, because they need only to pour the tragedy into their vat, stir in the other lurid ingredients, blast it over a fire. What emerges will be even more magnificent than if the tragedy had never occurred.

The body shuts down when it's too sad," said my dad.

Love? Dopamine released in the brain, which gets depleted over time, leaving contempt.

There it is," he'd say reverentially. "The box represents the mysterious threshold between reality and make-believe. [..] Because every one of us has our box, a dark chamber stowing the thing that lanced our heart. It contains what you do everything for, strive for, wound everything around you. And if it were opened, would anything be set free? No. For the impenetrable prison with the impossible lock is your own head.

Concert pianists get to be quite chummy with dead composers. They can't help it. Classical music isn't just music . It's a personal diary. An uncensored confession in the dead of night. A baring of the soul. Take a modern example. Florence and the Machine? In the song 'Cosmic Love,' she catalogs the way in which the world has gone dark, distorting her, when she, a rather intense young woman, was left bereft by a love affair. 'The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out.