Quotes About Emotion

Whatever man feels deeply or images clearly, is impressed upon the subconscious mind, and carried out in minutest detail.

Ya te he dicho que eres lo único que cuenta en mi vida. Cuando no estoy contigo te pienso tanto que creo que puedes sentirme.

Me la llevo porque la quiero pa'mí. La quiero como mi mujer.

Eliah —Decímelo todo, por favor, Matilde. Quiero ayudarte. Matilde: "¿Sí? ¿Me ayudarías? ¿O saldrías espantado?" —No sabés cuánto me ayudás abrazándome de este modo. Me hacés sentir fuerte cuando me abrazás. Me hacés sentir que soy capaz de conquistar el mundo. Eliah —Mi amor, nadie me había dicho algo tan hermoso, jamás. Si lo que necesitás es mi fuerza, te la doy toda.

I walk through the streets as if I was burning in some eternal bonfire.

This is my heart. You are touching it with your left hand. You are touching it with your left hand, not because you are left-handed, although you might be, but because I am holding it against my heart. What you are feeling is the beating of my heart. It is what keeps me alive.

Love...is the immovability of truth.

But what she was really trying to say was this: I like music better than anything in the world, after you.

She brushed her eyelashes against his chest.

A silly lilting wavering tune came from before her in the dusk - a tune in which major notes with their cheerful insistence wavered and melted into minor sounds, as, beneath a bridge, the high lights on dark waters melt and waver and disappear into black depths.

You are to understand that Lenora loved Edward with a passion that was yet like an agony of hatred. And she had lived with him for years and years without addressing to him one word of tenderness. I don't know how she could do it.

She had always known under her mind and now she confessed it: her agony had been, half of it, because one day he would say farewell to her, like that, with the inflexion of a verb. As, just occasionally, using the work "we" - and perhaps without intention - he had let her know that he loved her.

Words passed, but words could no more prove an established innocence than words can enhance a love that exists.

In every man there are two minds that work side by side, the one checking the other; thus emotion stands against reason, intellect corrects passion and first impressions act a little, but very little, before quick reflection. Yet first impressions have always a bias in their favour, and even quiet reflection has often a job to efface them.

He was presumably a lover. They did things like commanding battalions. And worse!

He thought about her deliberately. Hard. Nothing happened. He thought of her fair, undistinguished, fresh face that made your heart miss a beat when you thought about it. His heart missed a beat. Obedient heart! Like the first primrose. Not any primrose. The first primrose.

The signal for the train's departure was a very bright red; that is about as passionate a statement as I can get into that scene.

The man looked down at his feet. Tietjens said to himself that it was Valentine Wannop doing this to him. He ought to turn the man down at once. He was pervaded by a sense of her being. It was imbecile. Yet it was so.

That in effect was love. It struck him as astonishing. The word was so little in his vocabulary...

The repressions of the passionate drive them mad.

It has been remarked that the peculiarly English habit of self-suppression in matters of the emotion puts the Englishman at a great disadvantage in moments of unusual stresses. In the smaller matters of the general run of life he will be impeccable and not to be moved; but in sudden confrontations of anything but physical dangers he is apt--he is, indeed, almost certain--to go to pieces very badly.

Granma's name was Bonnie Bee. I knew that when I heard him late at night say, 'I kin ye, Bonnie Bee,' he was saying, 'I love ye,' for the feeling was in the words.

Love solves nothing, but your love made me appear to myself.

Everyone knows how much I love you All your gestures Have become my gestures