Quotes About Emotion

All important things in art have always originated from the deepest feeling about the mystery of Being.

Art is not simply an external ornament donned by the cult to conceal its excessively harsh and austere side; rather the cult has an aesthetic aspect in itself.

Imaginary pains are by far the most real we suffer, since we feel a constant need for them and invent them because there is no way of doing without them.

I am little concerned with beauty or perfection. I don't care for the great centuries. All I care about is life, struggle, intensity.

Je n'ai guère de souci de beauté ni de perfection... Je n'ai souci que de vie, de lutte, de fièvre.

I would rather die of passion than of boredom.

Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors... Spices and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat... What then was music created for? Was it to drown out the voices of others, or the voices within ourselves? I think I know.

I still own my heart, which I know because it hurts so much.

Love is such an objective thing. I mean, I can say I love my family, or I love my Diet Coke. So I guess, in different ways, yeah, I do believe in love.

Qué crimen o qué dolor es un beso cuando es sólo un beso!

Cavaliere, - mormorò. - T'amo ancora! - Il Corsaro aveva mandato un grido di gioia suprema e si era stretta al cuore la giovane donna.

To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.

After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.

Nature is a Haunted House—but Art—a House that tries to be haunted.

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.

I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind. And this is one: I'm going to tell it - but take care not to smile at any part of it.

my face: I should have had a single tear frozen to my cheek

I have never really been able to separate a good instinct from a self-destructive urge)

I appreciate a slow-burn romance. In most movies, everyone is just tearing their clothes off in the first scene.

He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!

He shall never know I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.