Quotes About Emotions

Cik ilgam laikam j?paiet, l?dz aizmirstam t? cilv?ka smaržu, kurš m?s m?l?jis? Un kad paši p?rst?jam m?l?t?

P?d?jo reizi, kad apsk?v?mies, es vi?u nosk?pst?ju. Tas bija Flandrijas ielas lift?. Vi?š ??v?s. K?d??? K?d?? vi?š ??va sevi sk?pst?t sievietei, kuru vairs nem?l?ja? K?d?? d?v?t man savas l?pas? Un rokas?

Bien sûr que non. Quand ils se tiennent mal, on n'est pas obligé d'aimer ses parents. Bien sûr que si. Pourquoi? Ben parce que ce sont tes parents justement... Pff...C'est pas dur d'être parents y suffit de baiser. C'est après que ça se complique...

J?s man kr?tat uz nerviem. J?s run?jat mu???bas. J?s dom?jat tikai par sevi. J?s k??stat apnic?gs, galu gal?. ''Es negribu, lai tu aizej.'' Bet k?d?? j?s man sak?t kaut ko tik nej?dz?gu? Atg?dinu jums, ka t? neesmu es, kura aiziet… Jums ir d?ls, vai atceraties? Liels z?ns. Un aizg?jis ir vi?š. Vi?š!

K?pÄ"c es esmu vecs mu??is? · T?pÄ"c, ka jÅ«s nevienu nemÄ«lat. JÅ«s nekad ne?aujaties plÅ«dumam. JÅ«su nekad nav Å¡eit. Nekad mÅ«su vidÅ«. Nekad mÅ«su sarun?s un mÅ«su mu???b?s, nekad mÅ«su dzÄ«ru viduvÄ"jÄ«b?. T?pÄ"c ka jÅ«s neesat maigs, t?pÄ"c ka jÅ«s vienmÄ"r klusÄ"jat, un jÅ«su klusÄ"Å¡ana lÄ«dzin?s nicin?jumam…

Ta?u esmu egoists, tur tev taisn?ba. Es tev saku, ka nev?los, lai tu aizej, t?p?c, ka nev?los, lai tu aizej. Es dom?ju par sevi. Tu man esi tuv?ka nek? paša meita.

Es nekad neteicu vi?am, ka vi?š ir lab?kais. Es tikai m?l?ju vi?u. M?-l?-ju.

Ne reizi neesmu sev vaic?jis, vai esmu m?l?jis vi?u vienm?r vai k?das tieši bija manas j?tas pret vi?u. Tas neko neb?tu l?dz?jis. Tom?r man tik?s vi?u sastapt no jauna k?d? vienatnes br?d?. Atz?stos, jo t? ir taisn?ba.

Jo vair?k es vi?u ignor?ju, jo vair?k vi?? iem?l?jos. Tas bija tieši t?, k? pirm?t tev teicu, k? slim?ba. Tu jau zini, k? tas ir… Tu noš?audies. Vienreiz. Otrreiz. Tev piemetas drebu?i – un cauri. Ir jau par v?lu. Nelaime ir notikusi. Tobr?d bija tieši t?pat: es biju skarts, es biju pagalam. Vairs nebija, uz ko cer?t.

gaiš? dienas vid? atj?dzos, sl?kdams asar?s. Es nupat biju atkl?jis, cik ?oti es vi?u m?lu. Cik ?oti vi?a man bija vajadz?ga. Vi?a smaid?ja, kad es biju nelaim?gs, un raust?ja plecus, kad biju neciešams.

M?s atst?j?m viens otru klusi, skumji un smagn?ji, nekad nerun?jot par n?kamo reizi. N?, tas bija neizturami. Un, jo vair?k es spurojos pret?, jo vair?k es vi?u m?l?ju, un, jo vair?k es vi?u m?l?ju, jo maz?k tam tic?ju. Es jutos apsteigts, bezsp?c?gs, ar sasiet?m rok?m. Nekust?gs, samierin?jies. -Samierin?jies ar ko? -Ar to, ka k?du dienu zaud?šu vi?u…

Où s'arrêtait la sincérité et où commençait le jeu avec lui?

Phones, text messages, screens, chats, and e-mails... I didn't want these imaginary borders on my map of Tendre anymore. I'd given; I'd suffered; I'd paid for my share of all these half-assed, absurd, naive plans imposed on us by love in the digital age.

Tu crois que c'est comme tes mines de crayon ? Tu crois que ça s'use quand on s'en sert ? - De quoi ? -Les sentiments.

Perhaps it's because it's incredible to meet someone and say: with this person, I'm happy.

Alors c'est une connerie l'amour? C'est ça? ça ne marche jamais? Si, ça marche. Mais il faut se battre. Se battre un petit peu. Un petit peu chaque jour, avoir le courage d'être soi-même.

En fait, tu te donnes des airs comme ça mais t'es un gentil, toi... -Ta gueule.

So far as other people are concerned, you are your behaviour; so far as you are concerned, you are your thoughts and feelings.

Where your pain is, there your heart lies also.

The men's tanned faces, the faces of the women, bright with cosmetics, all suddenly appeared similar, as though wearing identical masks; hard, smiling, decorative, devoid of feeling. Not one of the seemed capable of expressing affection or pity or any of the softer emotions. They frightened her, these gay, hard, animated, worldly masks; she would always be a stranger among them, lost, ill-at-ease, out of place.

Life! we have been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear; Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear;- Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good-night, but in some brighter clime Bid me Good-morning!

When you're right there in the crisi, you'll do anything to make yourself feel better, distract yourself from the misery, deny reality, not matter how stupid.

Jack had the power to make my heart fly. He also had the power to shoot it out of the sky. Because, let's not forget, love isn't just about the flying.

If I said that I couldn't live without Tom, it wouldn't be true. Of course I can live without him. It's just that it isn't going to be much fun.