Emil Nolde Quotes

Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard.

In order to move others deeply we must deliberately allow ourselves to be carried away beyond the bounds of our normal sensibility.

Don't be afraid to feel as angry or as loving as you can, because when you feel nothing, it's just death.

I think that with any emotion - fear, love, nervousness - if the actor's feeling it, then the audience feels it.

We spend so much of our passion on our first love. I'm not convinced that it-passion-is one of those things that you have an endless amount of-like happiness or sadness. I could be happy all day. I could be sad all day. But I'm not so sure I'll ever love like that again.

Desire looks clear from the eyes of a lovely bride: power as strong as the founded world

Only connect!...Only connect the prose and the passion.

Music falls on the silence like a sense / A passion that we feel, not understand.

Passion is temporary. It doesn't last long. Love is enduring. And that's the important thing. If we all had love in our lives to the degree that we should, it would be much happier.

For me it is really important to have a story with blood in the veins, there are bad tempers and good tempers.

I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.

I do know when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows.

Love is the root of all joy and sorrow.

Writing poetry is like always being in love. What masochism! What luxury!

Do you know how many ways love can hit you? So it makes you happy, or miserable? It makes you sick in the belly or hurt in the heart. It makes everything brighter and sharper, or it blurs all the edges. It makes you feel like a king or a fool. Every way love can hit you, it's hit me when it comes to you.

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

I want to fill every part of you, breathe the air from your lungs and leave my handprints on your soul. I want to give you more pleasure than you can bear.

A sentence is not emotional a paragraph is.

You cannot depict love inside a frame of fact. It needs a mist to dissolve in.

I want to love and be loved.... I don't want a world without love or grief or beauty. I'd rather die.

What is so real as the cry of a child? A rabbit's cry may be wilder But it has no soul.

Trapped in silence, Marco traces apologies and adorations across Celia's body with his tongue. Mutely expressing all the things he cannot speak aloud. He finds other ways to tell her, his fingers leaving faint trails of ink in their wake. He savors every sound he elicits from her. The entire room trembles as they come together. And though there are a great many fragile objects contained within it, nothing breaks.

Life is not bad, and it doesn't look more real if it's ugly or it's gritty. Think of your own life. Most of what's in your own life, hopefully, is exactly that. Friendship and love and passion for movies and cartoons and comic books, whatever it is that you love. Most of the way we live our lives involves looking for pleasure and beauty and happiness and affection. Real artists don't use reflexive clichés about things. It's about honoring the reality of people's lives, which defies conventions and clichés and expectations. People are interesting, period.

As love is the most noble and divine passion of the soul, so is it that to which we may justly attribute all the real satisfactions of life, and without it, man is unfinished, and unhappy.

You use sex to express every emotion except love.