Quotes About Emotion

Toda saudade é uma espécie de velhice

Ah, il fiore dell'amore ha molti nomi

E, dico a vossignoria come è che io volevo bene a Diadorim: ed è che, in nessun momento, nessuna volta, mai io ebbi voglia di ridermi di lui.

Ah, quel che non intendo, è questo che è capace di ammazzarmi...

Classical, Romantic, and Baroque music, that's what I really like.

Sometimes the best thing that can happen to a person is to have a puppy lick your face.

Guys don't understand great art. They don't care that sometimes the camera has power beyond the photographer to record emotion that only the heart can see. They're threatened when the camera jumps ahead of me. Todd Kovich was pissed when I brought my Nikon to the prom, but I'd missed too many transcendent shots over the years to ever take a chance of missing one again. A prom, I told him, had a boundless supply of photogenic bozos who could be counted on to do something base.

Harrison wrote a two-page poem about his deep feelings of loss when his dog Filbert died, and Mrs. Minerva, the creative writing teacher, gave it a B-minus. Do you know what that does to a a person to get a B-minus in Grief?

How could a man with so much heart die from a heart attack?

i mean, jillian gushed. you have this force connecting you. it's under the surface, but it runs deep.

A heart will say amazing things if it's given half a chance.

O'Connor had a knack for bringing a personal - and winning - touch to a situation when people least expected it.

I felt he was speaking

Beauty is the result of having been through an experience all the way through to the end - therefore it has a poignancy. Beauty that is singular always comes from following an experience to the point where you can go no further.

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell.

You have to live with a painting as you do with a lover. It's that personal. You might want to change lovers. You might want to rearrange your paintings. That's the way it should be.

Indifference is the strongest force in the universe. It makes everything it touches meaningless. Love and hate don't stand a chance against it.

Yes, she made me love her. But she didn't mean to. She took by giving... and that makes all the difference.

I love you,' he whispered again, wonderingly, as he understood at last how a lifetime together with someone that you loved could seem like an eternity, and yet not be long enough.

I cannot make speeches, Emma. . . . If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more'" (E 3:13).

Marnie moved nearer and touched her hair. "Dear Anna, I love you more than any girl I've ever known.

Yes! Oh, yes! Of course I forgive you! And I love you, Marnie. I shall never forget you, ever!

You remember I said last night that you were my secret?" Anna nodded. "I knew just what you meant. You're mine.

Didn't you know, you're my secret?