Quotes about Emotion

What odd chaps you painters are! You do anything in the world to gain a reputation. As soon as you have one, you seem to want to throw it away. It is silly of you, for there is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about. A portrait like this would set you far above all the young men in England, and make the old men jealous, if old men are ever capable of any emotion.

each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved. difference of object does not alter singleness of passion. it merely intensifies it.

As the door closed behind them, the painter flung himself down on a sofa, and a look of pain came into his face.

I have known everything, said Lord Henry, with a tired look in his eyes, but I am always ready for a new emotion.

Sweet, there is nothing left to say But this, that love is never lost

Even when one has been wounded by it, Harry? asked the duchess after a pause. Especially when one has been wounded by it, answered Lord Henry.

I suffered immensely. Then it passed away. I cannot repeat an emotion. No one can, except sentimentalists.

One could never pay too high a price for any sensation.

As the painter looked at the gracious and comely form he had so skilfully mirrored in his art, a smile of pleasure passed across his face, and seemed about to linger there. But he suddenly started up, and closing his eyes, placed his fingers upon the lids, as though he sought to imprison within his brain some curious dream from which he feared he might awake.

Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint.

The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.

Whatever the source of emotion that drives me to create, I want to give it a form which has some connection with the visible world, even if it is only to wage war on that world....I want my paintings to be able to defend themselves to resist the invader, just as though there were razor blades on all surfaces so no one could touch them without cutting his hands.