Quotes About Emotion

If there is to be art, if there is to be any aesthetic doing and seeing, one physiological condition is indispensable: frenzy.

There is always some madness in love. But there is always, also, some method in madness.

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You have no idea what a charming memory you are to me.

Todo lo que se hace por amor, se hace más allá del bien y del mal.

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Great poets create only from their own reality?to the point where they cannot stand their work any more afterwards ... Whenever I glance through my Zarathustra, I walk around the room for half an hour, sobbing uncontrollably.

If someone rejoices while burning at the stake it is not because he has triumphed over his pain, but rather over not feeling any pain when he expected to.

better than they words express it, thine eyes tell me all thy danger

Attacking is with me a proof of good will, and, on occasion, of gratitude.

It is true: we love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving. There is always a certain madness in love. But also there is always a certain method in madness.

It is true: we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is always some madness in love. But there is always also some reason in madness.

Hold the capacity of feeling to be the most important and elemental, as providing the foundation for every sound and real growth; everything that is truly great and human.

We suffer from the malady of words, and have no trust in any feeling that is not stamped with its special word.

The mother of excess is not joy but joylessness

In music the passions enjoy themselves.

The spirit, alas, is not the same thing as the consciousness and one may lose–sacrifice– the first and still be burdened with the second.

When I love I love, when I hate I hate. I don't believe in the kind of love that can be sliced and passed around, the kind of love that undermines and destroys while it pretends to caress.

for a woman, love is its own reason. I love you because I love you.

A woman never tells you why she loves; she just tells you how she loves.

Sacrifice without love is pain. Pain with love is sacrifice. Pain without love is misery. Love without pain is heaven. Love with pain is purgatory. Pain without love is hell.

Celibacy is not the absence of a passion; it is rather the intensity of a passion.

love needs no reasons. Sex asks science to defend it; love never asks "Why?" It says, "I love you." Love is its own reason.

Tertullian said: "Penitence is a certain passion of the mind which comes from disgust at some previous feeling.