Quotes About Emotion

When I make a picture, I make love.

Laughter is the orgasm of the face".

I can work with passion because it is creative, but not with lust, for it is destructive only.

Of course, he smothered it in words—odd words, too—melodramatic, poetic, out-of-the-way words that lie just on the edge of frenzy.

Oh, oh! This fiery height! Oh, oh! My feet of fire! My burning feet of fire!

Te necesito. A tí, querida alma de mi pasado sombrío -se apretó junto a él tanto que su aliento le rozaba los ojos, y su voz cantó literalmente al decir -: Te tengo, porque tu me amas y estás por completo a mi merced.

Midway in my delight of the wild beauty, there crept, unbidden and unexplained, a curious feeling of disquietude, almost of alarm.

We are not sure of sorrow,And joy was never sure.

Ah that such sweet things should be fleet,Such fleet things sweet!

If love were what the rose is,And I were like the leaf,Our lives would grow togetherIn sad or singing weather.

To have known love, how bitter a thing it is.

All the world is bitter as a tear

I am that which unloves me and loves; I am stricken, and I am the blow.

Ask nothing more of me sweet; All I can give you I give; Heart of my heart were it more, More would be laid at your feet..

She knows not loves that kissed her She knows not where. Art thou the ghost, my sister, White sister there, Am I the ghost, who knows? My hand, a fallen rose, Lies snow-white on white snows, and takes no care.

Cold eyelids that hide like a jewel Hard eyes that grow soft for an hour; The heavy white limbs, and the cruel Red mouth like a venomous flower; When these have gone by with their glories, What shall rest of thee then, what remain, O mystic and somber Delores, Our Lady of Pain?

Never make a decision in anger and never make a promise in happiness.

Oh. To be filled with goodness then shattered by goodness, so beautifully mosaically fragmented by such shocking goodness.

I fall in love. More figuratively speaking, I am walking along the road one day when out of nowhere I am struck by lightning.

Words were stories in themselves.

In her dream, she slapped the past in its face.

Myself, I thought about you the whole time. Even when I wasn't thinking about you, I thought about you.

Want is quite a complicated word there, because there's volo, which means I want, but it's not usually used with people. Desidero? I feel the want of, I desire. Amabo? I will love. But what if I will never love? What if I will never desire? What if I will never want? Numquam amabo?

Because when I think about what it was like to live with you, it was like all these things. It was like living in a poem or a picture, a story, a piece of music, when I think of it now. It was wonderful.