Quotes About Emotion

I have said that I cannot explain my desire for her, and it is true. I loved her with a love thirsty and desperate. I felt that we two might commit some act so atrocious that the world, seeing us, would find it irresistible.

It may be that the only reason childhood memories act on us so strongly is that, being the most remote we possess, they are the worst remembered and so offer the least resistance to that process by which we mold them nearer and nearer to an ideal which is fundamentally artistic, or at least nonfactual.

Tous, nous aimons ce que nous détruisons.

All love that which they destroy.

Lois had gone out of my life (I should say that she had left my future—I could never eradicate her from my past, no matter how hard I tried)

She sighed, and all the gladness went out of her face, as the sunlight leaves the stone where a beggar seeks to warm himself.

Hyacinth, who wept before sleep, had wept that night; he had wept too—had wept in joy and pain, and in joy at his pain. When tears were done and their heads rested on one pillow, she had said that no man had ever wept with her before. Two floors below them, their reflected images knelt in the fishpond at Thelxiepeia's feet, subsistent but invisible. There she would weep for him longer than they lived. He lowered his naked body into a rising pool, warm and scarcely less romantic.

The heart remembers even when no trace of face or voice remains.

And yet I loved her still, or would have loved her if I could.

I thought I saw something and borrowed his big brass telescope. And there it was. The tall, proud trees and the waves lapping a beach of blood-colored sand. I looked and looked, and pretty soon I started to cry. If I could tell you why, I would, but I cannot. Tears ran down my face, and I could not breathe right. I took the telescope down and wiped my eyes and blew my nose. And when I looked again, it was gone.

Find girl?" He had lost his desire to talk, but the intensity of his emotions drove the words forth. "What did he want with her!" As he spoke, the litter sped past a shop with a zither and a dusty bassoon in its window. But Caldé Silk of Viron did not see them.

However much I love a woman—or however little—I find I want her most when I can no longer have her.

Then he just let it ring, the phone pressed to his head like a pistol, her picture in his hands.

Milena's eyes seemed to go hot and heavy. Praise made her heartsick; she was so unused to it, and needed it so badly.

If no love is, O God, what fele I so? And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo? If it be wikke, a wonder thynketh me

Who shall give a lover any law?' Love is a greater law, by my troth, than any law written by mortal man.

And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo?

Lo, what a powerful thing is emotion! Men may die of imagination, so profoundly can a notion afflict the mind.

You go away,' she answered, 'you Tom-fool! There's no come-up-and-kiss-me here for you. I love another and why shouldn't I too?

I gave my whole heart up, for him to hold.

El amor es una cosa tan libre como el espíritu.

Who may be a real fool unless he is in love?

When I heard that she was dead, I really suffered very little.

Her skin was not a surface; it was an indefinite glory of the palest rose and orange that chose to mould itself to those tense limbs.