Emotions and Feelings

There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise.

Aesthetic emotion puts man in a state favorable to the reception of erotic emotion. Art is the accomplice of love.

Odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away- and leaves behind only silence.

Odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away- and leaves behind only silence.

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens. J. R. R.

A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.

The next best thing to being wise oneself is to live in a circle of those who are.

Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.

Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . ."

Than never to have loved at all.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

Sex is just another form of talk, where you act the words instead of saying them.

Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark.

Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark.

The tragedy is when you’ve got sex in the head instead of down where it belongs.

You know a real friend? Someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone.

A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small silly presents every so often just to save it from drying out completely.

WHAT DRAWS PEOPLE TO BE FRIENDS IS THAT THEY SEE THE SAME TRUTH. THEY SHARE IT.

’Tis better to have loved and lost

 

He that but looketh on a plate of ham and eggs to lust after it, hath already committed breakfast with it in his heart.

 

Da mi basia mille.

 

Plaisir d’amour ne dure qu’un moment,

 

I rang them up while touring Timbucktoo, Those bosom chums to whom you’re known as “Who?”