Quotes About Emotion

When love flies it is remembered not as love but as something else.

Aziz winked at him slowly and said: "...There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart.

But it was the stupidity of passion, which would rather have nothing than a little.

It was unbearable, and he thought again, 'How unhappy I am!' and became happier.

She loved him with too clear a vision to fear his cloudiness

Do you remember Italy?

He never even thought of tenderness and emotion; his considerations about Durham remained cold. Durham didn't dislike him, he was sure. That was all he wanted. One thing at a time. He didn't so much as have hopes, for hope distracts, and he had a great deal to see to.

Let us discuss why poetry has lost the power of making men brave.

He had shown her all the workings of his soul, mistaking this for love.

I would rather be a coward than brave because people hurt you when you are brave.

It will be generally admitted that Beethoven's Fifth Symphony is the most sublime noise that has ever penetrated into the ear of man.

I feel to you as Pippa to her fiancé, only far more nobly, far more deeply, body and soul, no starved medievalism of course, only a – a particular harmony of body and soul that I don't think women have even guessed. But you know.

But that some sonatas of Beethoven are written tragic no one can gainsay; yet they can triumph or despair as the player decides, and Lucy had decided that they should triumph.

It is not rubbish! It is the part of people that you do not understand.

I had no right to move out of my books and music, which was what I did when I met you

I don't think I understand people very well. I only know whether I like or dislike them.

Love was an emotion through which you occasionally enjoyed yourself. It could not do things.

Love was so unlike the article served up in books: the joy, though genuine, was different; the mystery an unexpected mystery.

An engagement is so potent a thing that sooner or later it reduces all who speak of it to this state of cheerful awe.

Pray don't waste time mourning over me. There's enough sorrow in the world, isn't there, without trying to invent it. Good-bye.

Love is the best, and the more she let herself love him, the more chance was there that he would set his soul in order.

Men seldom moved their bodies; all unrest was concentrated in the soul.

Durham no podía esperar. La gente los rodeaba, pero con ojos que se habían vuelto intensamente azules murmuró: —Que te amo. Maurice se escandalizó, se horrorizó. Se estremeció hasta las raíces de su alma burguesa, y exclamó:"¡Oh, maldición!" Las palabras, los gestos, surgían de él antes de que pudiera evitarlo.

Then Maurice said in affectionate yet dejected tones, 'All right. To Hell with it,' and they passed on together in the rain.