Quotes About Emotion

Lontani dall'oggetto amato sembriamo diventare, quanto più è intenso il nostro affetto, tanto più padroni di noi stessi, scaricando all'interno di noi tutta la violenza della passione che si dirigeva verso l'esterno; ma se la persona a cui credevamo di poter rinunciare si ripresenta all'improvviso ai nostri occhi con tutta la parvenza dell'irrinunciabile, allora veniamo rapidamente, subitaneamente strappati fuori dell'errore." - Le affinità elettive.

Ah, o que eu sei, toda a gente o pode saber! Mas o meu coração só a mim pertence…

Personality is everything in art and poetry.

Superstition is the poetry of life.

The mediator of the inexpressible is the work of art.

Oh God, how do the world and heavens confine themselves, when our hearts tremble in their own barriers!

If you've never eaten while crying you don t know what life tastes like.

Sometimes I don't understand how another can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her so completely myself, so intensely, so fully, grasp nothing, know nothing, have nothing but her!

This is the true measure of love: when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will ever love in the same way after us.

It's true that nothing in this world makes us so necessary to others as the affection we have for them.

What I possess, seems far away to me, and what is gone becomes reality.

A word spoken is a terrible thing when it suddenly utters what the heart has long allowed.

I nothing had, and yet enough for youth--Joy in Illusion, ardent thirst for Truth. Give unrestrained, the old emotion, The bliss that touched the verge of pain, The strength of Hate, Love's deep devotion,--O, give me back my youth again!

That which issues from the heart alone, Will bend the hearts of others to your own.

Think of you! I do not think of you; you are always before my soul.

Please send me your last pair of shoes, worn out with dancing as you mentioned in your letter, so that I might have something to press against my heart.

I was on the point of breaking off the conversation, for nothing puts me so completely out of patience as the utterance of a wretched commonplace when I am talking from my inmost heart.

That is the true season of love, when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will love in the same way as us.

If there is confusion in your head and in your heart, what more do you want! A man who no longer loves and no longer errs should have himself buried straight away.

Aber ich habe sie gehabt, ich habe das Herz gefühlt, die große Seele, in deren Gegenwart ich mir schien mehr zu sein, als ich war, weil ich alles war, was ich sein konnte.

I am contented, happy, and consequently a bad historian.

It seems it has been my fate to sadden those I should have made happy.

Blue gives us an impression of cold, and thus, again, reminds us of shade. We have before spoken of its affinity with black.

Da fing mein Leben an, als ich dich liebte.