Quotes About Emotion

Disse a Adélia: "Aquilo que a memória amou fica eterno". Talvez eu não precise me mudar para a Bahia porque ela sobrou dentro de mim…

A paixão é uma perturbação da tranquilidade da alma.

Tudo o que amamos, tudo o que é belo, passa.

Mas a vida humana não se mede por batidas cardíacas ou ondas cerebrais. A vida humana só é humana enquanto existe a possibilidade de beleza e riso. Sem beleza e sem risos a vida humana acabou.

a sua alma sabe o que merece ser lembrado. Esquecem-se do que aconteceu ontem, mas se lembram do que aconteceu há muito tempo, como se fosse hoje. Minha alma tem estado a visitar a minha infância. Fantasias.

Um passado que se compartilha é um sacramento de solidariedade. Quem se lembra do passado com emoção nunca sentirá tédio no presente.

aconchegar minha saudade nos meus braços. Porque saudade é um estar em mim. Assim, por favor, não tentem me consolar.

Jealousy I wish we could express this emotion like kids do. If someone gets something you want, you just hit them over the head and snatch it back. That's why children are so un-neurotic. They are doing what we only dream of. The

I loved Mr. Darcy far more than any of my own husbands.

...my heart sinks like a comb into wave after wave of your silky hair.

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.

Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say.

Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains....

Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.

Dance in the middle of fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.

I don't regret how much I love, and I avoid those who repent their passion.

Only from the heart can you touch the sky.

Fool! You may hate me...But I...I haven't stopped thinking of you for a single day.

There's a certain detachment sensitive people must maintain to endure the harsh realities of this world.

Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Where that comes in that shall not go again.

And then you suddenly cried, and turned away.

I thought when love for you died, I should die. It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.

Happiness is marvellous in real life, but it's a terrible handicap for an artist.