Quotes About Emotion

So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us.

La poésie n'est pas une tradition, c'est un rêve primitif, c'est l'éveil des images premières.

Like friendship, words sometimes swell, at the dreamer's will, in the loop of a syllable.

You will be the happiest of women. And we will sing, all by ourselves, till we swoon away with delight. You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself.

He loved her so much that it almost took his breath away.

He laid at my feet his immense, tragic love.

Oh, my betrothed of a day, if I did not love you, I would not give you my lips! Take them, for the first time and the last.

I sing only for you! Tonight I gave you my soul, and I'm dead!

Tonight she's still wearing the gold ring, and you're not the one who gave it to her. Tonight she gave her soul again, but not to you.

Tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead.

I am dying of love. That is how it is...I loved her so! And I love her still....and am dying of love for her. - I kissed her alive...and she looked as beautiful as if she had been dead.

Rien n'était plus froid, rien n'était plus mort que son cÅ"ur : il avait aimé un ange et il méprisait une femme.

Of love ... daroga ... I am dying ... of love ... That is how it is ... loved her so! ... And I love her still ... daroga ... and I am dying of love for her, I ... I tell you! ... If you knew how beautiful she was ... when she let me kiss her ... alive ... It was the first ... time, daroga, the first ... time I ever kissed a woman ... Yes, alive ... I kissed her alive ... and she looked as beautiful as if she had been dead! The

Often he would play his saddest tunes on the beach and pretend that the sea stopped its roaring to listen to them.

Are people so unhappy when they love?' 'Yes, Christine, when they love and are not sure of being loved.

I will play you Mozart, if you like, which will only make you weep; but my Don Juan, Christine, burns; and yet he is not struck by fire from heaven.

Ti nejnevinnÄ›jÅ¡í, zasko?ení ve svém pokojném srdci, náhle blednou nebo se ?ervenají pod ranou, jež je zasáhne, napÃ…â"¢imují se nebo se hroutí, protestují nebo ml?í, když mají mluvit, nebo mlubí, když mají ml?et, nebo z?stávají klidní, když se mají potit, nebo se potí, když nemají - a vypadají pak najednou jako viníci.

She is wearing the ring again tonight; and you did not give it to her. She gave her soul again tonight and did not give it to you.

Why you love him! Your fear, your terror, all that is just love and love of the most exquisite kind, the kind which people do not admit even to themselves...

Fear is excitement without the breath." Here's what this intriguing statement means: the very same mechanisms that produce excitement also produce fear, and any fear can be transformed into excitement by breathing fully with it.

She was closed up like a fist. It her very own memory, not theirs, her very own real and terrible and lonely and dark memory.

It was as if she had more than learned it off by heart. Though. it was as if their memory, the memory of all the Corregidora women, was her memory too, as strong with her as her own private memory, or almost as strong. But now she was Mama again.

Tears were coursing down the faces of Kennedy's moonstruck recruits. John Kennedy had inspired us with his vision. One by one, we left work to grieve in private. The flag was at half-staff in our hearts.

I find myself crying unabashedly, then I try to suck it in, realizing this is inappropriate.