Quotes About Emotion

The wind bloweth where it listeth; but it is scarcely more partial, more quick, more unaccountable, than the glow of an emotion excited by a supernatural and unseen object.

A lovely woman rolls up The delicate bamboo blind. She sits deep within, Twitching her moth eyebrows. Who may it be That grieves her heart? On her face one sees Only the wet traces of tears.

The autumn moon is half round above the Yo-mei Mountain; Its pale light falls in and flows with the water of the Ping-chiang River. Tonight I leave Ching-chi of the limpid stream for the Three Canyons, And I glide past Yu-chow, thinking of you whom I cannot see.

He is a fool who is not for love and beauty.

Dance ... is life, or becomes it, in a way that other arts cannot attain. It is not in stone, or words or tones, but in our muscles. It is a formulation of their movements.

As an end and finality of life love has its deeper meaning, for it sinks below the surfaces of casual emotion, of feeling, of happiness, to profound realities. Beyond possession, and personality and play--not against them--love penetrates to realms that intuition finds ultimately real. It seeks identity with being; it wants divine approach.

Poetry is a controlled refinement of sobbing.

I am not a man, but a cloud in trousers.

In ballet a complicated story is impossible to tell.... we can't dance synonyms.

It's hard, Cotton. To let yourself love something you know you may never have.

There is not a Negro alive who does not have this rage in his blood–one has the choice, merely, of living with it consciously or surrendering to it. As for me, this fever has recurred in me, and does, and will until the day I die.

I accepted that a new kind of hate had emerged, silent and disciplined, a racism tempered by loyalty cards and PIN numbers. Shopping was now the model for all human behavior, drained of emotion and anger.

Hope has a good memory, gratitude a bad one.

When desire dies, fear is born.

Never do anything when you are in a temper, for you will do everything wrong.

El amor que nace de repente es el más largo de curar.

What is a feeling if not a world in a whole thought?

If light is the first love of life, is not love a light to the heart?

Happiness is a soap bubble that changes color as the iris and that breaks when touched.

These words struck the vicar a blow, which he felt the more because his late reverie had made him completely happy.

Infuse with passion, then, if you will, this friendship, and let the voice of love disturb its calm.

The whole woman nature stands before you; all look at her, but none can interpret her thoughts. But for you, the eye is more or less dimmed, wide-opened or closed; the lid twitches, the eyebrow moves; a wrinkle, which vanishes as quickly as a ripple on the ocean, furrows her brow for one moment; the lip tightens, it is slightly curved or it is wreathed with animation—for you the woman has spoken.

Independently of any gesture of repulsion, there exists in the soul of all women a sentiment which tends, sooner or later, to proscribe all pleasure devoid of passionate feeling.

The caresses over which love presides are always pure.