Quotes About Emotion

In a lover the coarsest desire always shows itself as a burst of honest admiration.

Love is the union between natural craving and sentiment.

A man loves with more or less passion according to the number of cords which his pretty mistress binds to his heart.

A woman's life begins with her first passion.

Love, as I conceive it, is a purely subjective poem. In all that books tell us about it, there is nothing which is not at once false and true.

"Women," she said, with tears in her eyes, "can only love; men act; they have a thousand ways in which they are bound to act. But we can only think, and pray, and worship."

Anything may be expected and anything may be supposed of a woman who is in love.

To follow the impulse of love and feeling is the secret law of every woman's heart.

The dark glee, the savage ferocity aroused by the possession of a few water-white pebbles, set me shuddering. I was dumb with amazement.

If love is a child, passion is a man.

We will not attempt to enumerate the women who are virtuous from stupidity, for it is acknowledged that in love all women have intellect.

If you have desired your object only for one day, your love perhaps will not last more than three nights.

The old man's lips were drawn in puckers, like a curtain, to either corner of his mouth.

Reason always cuts a poor figure beside sentiment; the one being essentially restricted, like everything that is positive, while the other is infinite.

Let us leave hearts out of the question. Business is business, and business is not carried on with sentimentality like romances.

In love, putting aside all consideration of the soul, the heart of a woman is like a lyre which does not reveal its secret, excepting to him who is a skillful player.

This is what it means to be loved... when someone wants to touch you, to be tender...

Why were we so far apart, even when we were together? It was a nice loneliness, like the sensation of washing your face in cold water.

It didn't matter whether he was nearby or far away. His image would drift up into your mind just when you least expected it, shocking you, making your chest pound. Making your heart ache.

She was still there inside me now, just as she always was: a life put on hold, a memory I didn't know how to handle.

What was important wasn't the fireworks, it was that we were together this evening, together in this place, looking up into the sky at the same time.

I should have told her at the time. I could have taken a deep breath, looked away, and forced myself to say it.

I wished my heart would break and get it over with.

With Lizard, I felt overwhelmed by the desire to touch her skin, to kiss her, hold her, make love to her,no matter how it happened, I just had to have her, Lizard and no one else. Right then and there. Tears came to my eyes, I wanted her so much.