Quotes About Emotion

Magical flowers were humming. The turf slopes cradled *him.* Beasts of a fabulous elegance were circulating. Storm clouds were piling up on the rising sea made of an eternity of hot tears.

Mankind is King, And Man is God! But Love is the only faith...

When they will have shot their wads, Oh, stolen heart, how will you react? There'll be a Bacchic accolade When they will have shot their wads! My stomach will surely contract If my sad heart they degrade! When they will have shot their wads, Oh, stolen heart, how will you react?

I write of love and death. What other subjects are there?

When you cannot love or hate anymore, then where is the charm of life?

Davvero, Else, non vuoi più giocare?». - «No, Paul, non me la sento più. Ciao.

Hatred is an affair of the heart contempt that of the head.

It's like an icicle in my heart

Reading the play at home, however fulfilling, can never be the vivacious experience that Shakespeare intended.

Anxiety is a thin stream of fear trickling through the mind. If encouraged, it cuts a channel into which all other thoughts are drained.

Love I never associated with the senses, it was not even passion that I wanted; it was a conscious, subtle, elaborate sensuality, which I knew not how to procure.

The Divine love is commonly regarded as a species of amiable weakness, a sort of good-natured indulgence; it is reduced to a mere sickly sentiment, patterned after human emotion.

Dose who love deep never grow old... Dey may die of age, but dey die young.

You've got to know how to howl to give yourself an escape route.

She began to cry. "Cry quicker, or the call'll get too expensive.

The notes I handle no better than many pianists. But the pauses between the notes — ah, that is where the art resides!

It seemed to Don Jaime that you could find in the memory of every man the bittersweet shadow of a woman.

And then it struck her that life was sometimes so beautiful that it didn't seem like life at all.

Cuando te adentras en el corazón de una mujer, te expones a un peligroso viaje. Hans Hellmut Kirst, Richard Sorge

Love, Don Jaime, love," he went on after a moment of sad reflection. "That is the only thing that can make us happy and, paradoxically, it is also the thing that condemns us to our worst torments. To love is to be enslaved.

Sus ojos eran la guerra.

En aquel entonces, además de los bailes de salón que le servían para ganarse la vida —tango, foxtrot, boston—, dominaba como nadie el arte de crear fuegos artificiales con las palabras y dibujar melancólicos paisajes con los silencios.

No faltan en otras naciones, don Hermes... Lo que pasa es que éstos duelen más porque son nuestros.

Goûtons un peu ce simulacre de bonheur