Emotions and Feelings

Odi et amo: quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior .

 

Odi et amo: quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior .

 

And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always— take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

 

The wit we wish we had spoils the wit we have.

A delicate wit is a corruption which a nation takes a long time to acquire. It is only worn-out nations that possess it.

Suffering is the sole origin of consciousness.

Sex begins before adolescence, and survives sterility; it is indeed coeval with our lives, although at the mating age its effects are more obvious to Society.

If a woman hasn’t got a tiny streak of a harlot in her, she’s a dry stick as a rule.

What is an obstacle in our loving men is the love they have for themselves, which is touchy, exclusive, inordinate, tragic. We could never love them as much as that.

Sarcasm: the last refuge of modest and chaste- souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded.

Nothing can be so perfect while we possess it as it will seem when remembered.

Those who wish to seem learned to fools, seem fools to the learned. .

True poetry, the best of it, is but the ashes of a burnt-out passion.

There is no one so bound to his own face that he does not cherish the hope of presenting another to the world.

That which probably hears more stupidities than anything else in the world is a painting in a museum.

Take love when love is given, / But never think to find it / A sure escape from sorrow / Or a complete repose.

A sentence begins quite simply, then it undulates and expands, parentheses intervene like quick-set hedges, the flowers of comparison bloom, and three fields off, like a wounded partridge, crouches the principal verb, making one wonder as one picks it up, poor little thing, whether after all it was worth such a tramp, so many guns, and such expensive dogs, and what, after all, is its relation to the main subject, potted so gaily half a page back, and proving finally to have been in the accusative case.

If you mean to keep as well as possible, the less you think about your health the better.

A child shows gratitude the way a woman/Shows she likes a pretty dress—/Puts it on and takes it off again—

There is no idea, no fact, which could not be vulgarized and presented in a ludicrous light.

Spend all you have for loveliness, / Buy it and never count the cost; / For one white singing hour of peace / Count many a year of strife well lost, / And for a breath of ecstasy / Give all you have been, or could be.

It is not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit.

Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot.

Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.