Quotes About Emotion

Next to love, sympathy is the divinest passion of the human heart

No passion so effectually robs the mind of its powers of acting and reasoning as fear.

The first and simplest emotion which we discover in the human mind, is curiosity

Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows.

Beauty in distress is much the most affecting beauty.

The person who grieves suffers his passion to grow upon him he indulges it, he loves it but this never happens in the case of actual pain, which no man ever willingly endured for any considerable time.

Never apologise for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologise for the truth.

No power so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear.

They never will love where they ought to love, who do not hate where they ought to hate.

And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.

Fierce wars and faithful loves shall moralize my song.

All for love, and nothing for reward.

I hate the day, because it lendeth lightTo see all things, and not my love to see.

I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, but not my love to see.

Kisses kept are wasted; Love is to be tasted. There are some you love, I know; Be not loathe to tell them so. Lips go dry and eyes grow wet Waiting to be warmly met. Keep them not in waiting yet; Kisses kept are wasted.

She was one of those women whose features are not perfect and who in their moments of dimness may not seem even pretty, but who, excited by the blood or the spirit, become almost supernaturally beautiful.

If I could only remember that the days were not bricks to be laid row on row, to be built into a solid house, where one might dwell in safety and peace, but only food for the fires of the heart, the fires which keep the poet alive as the citizen never lives, but which burn all the roofs of security!

I think that in order to write really well and convincingly, one must be somewhat poisoned by emotion. Dislike, displeasure, resentment, fault-finding, imagination, passionate remonstrance, a sense of injustice--they all make fine fuel.

Life was a bitch. Love also was a bitch.

Sometimes one word can recall a whole span of life.

Oh, love, what an unreasoning creature it grew to be.

The words ran away with me.

Guess I'll weep awhile. Guess I won't, I mean.

I would I were alive again to kiss the fingers of the rain.