Quotes About Emotion

Only when, years later, I touched for the first time my lover's body did I realize that literature could sometimes fall short of the actual event.

Ljubav je imbecilna izvesnost pomo?u koje naša fantazija stvara verodostojnu utvaru.

Her cheeks were flushed. She caught hold of the Savage's arm and pressed it, limp, against her side. He looked down at her for a moment, pale, pained, desiring, and ashamed of his desire. He was not worthy, not... Their eyes for a moment met. What treasures hers promised! A queen's ransom of temperament. Hastily he looked away, disengaged his imprisoned arm. He was obscurely terrified lest she should cease to be something he could feel himself unworthy of.

Nothing is more dreadful than a cold, unimpassioned indulgence. And love infallibly becomes cold and unimpassioned when it is too lightly made.

We can only love what we know, and we can never know completely what we do not love. Love is a mode of knowledge…

everybody happy and no one ever sad or angry, and every one belonging to every one else...

The power to respond to reason and truth exists in all of us. But so, unfortunately, does the tendency to respond to unrea­son and falsehood -- particularly in those cases where the falsehood evokes some enjoyable emotion, or where the appeal to unreason strikes some answering chord in the primitive, subhuman depths of our being.

There, on a low bed, the sheet flung back, dressed in a pair of pink one-piece zippyjamas, lay Lenina, fast asleep and so beautiful in the midst of her curls, so touchingly childish with her pink toes and her grave sleeping face, so trustful in the helplessness of her limp hands and melted limbs, that the tears came to his eyes.

Je veux savoir ce que c'est que la passion, lui entendait-elle dire. Je veux ressentir quelque chose avec violence.

Fortunate boys!' said the Controller. 'No pains have been spared to make your lives emotionally easy - to preserve you, so as far as that is possible, from having emotions at all.' 'Ford's in his flivver,' murmured the DHC. 'All's well with the world.

I want to know what passion is, she heard him saying. I want to feel something strongly.

The strange words rolled through his mind; rumbled, like talking thunder; like the drums at the summer dances, if the drums could have spoken; like the men singing the Corn Song, beautiful, beautiful, so that you cried.

If only good intentions were enough to make good poetry!

Words form the thread on which we string our experiences

Why you don't take soma when you have these dreadful ideas of yours. You'd forget all about them. And instead of feeling miserable, you'd be jolly.

I want to know what passion is, she heard him saying. I want to feel something strongly.

To think about events realistically, in terms of multiple causations, is hard and emotionally unrewarding. How much easier, how much more agreeable to trace each effect to a single and, if possible, a personal cause!

Music 'says' things about the world, but in specifically musical terms. Any attempt to reproduce these musical statements 'in our own words' is necessarily doomed to failure.

Words expressing desire may be more moving than the presence of the desired person.

Lo que ustedes necesitan es algo con lágrimas, para variar. Aquí nada cuesta lo bastante.

Impulse spills over, and the flood is feeling, the flood is passion, the flood is even madness [...] Feeling lurks in that interval of time between desire and its consummation.

Prefiero ser yo mismo. Yo y desdichado, antes que cualquier otro y jocundo.

Rage was making him fluent

The old self seemed unprecedentedly heavier than the surrounding atmosphere.