Quotes About Emotions

No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man can store up in his ghostly heart

Ninguna cantidad de fuego o frescura puede desafiar lo que un hombre puede almacenar en los fantasmas de su corazón.

He read the message again. He sat down on the bed, breathing and staring; thinking first the old selfish child's thought that comes with the death of a parent, how will it affect me now that the earliest and strongest of protections is gone?

She had loved him always and just before she died, all unwilling and surprised, his tenderness had burst and surged forward and he had been in love with her. In love with Minna and death together--with the world in which she looked so alone that he wanted to go with her there.

And in the end, we were all just humans...drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

You've got to sell your heart, your strongest reactions, not the little minor things that only touch you lightly, the little experiences that you might tell at dinner.

She did not want him to be like other men, yet here were the same exigent demands, as if he wanted to take some of herself away carry it off in his pocket.

Je les ai regardé une dernière fois, et ils m'ont rendu mon regard, mais de très loin, sur la rive d'une autre vie. J'ai donc quitté la pièce et descendu les marches, sous la pluie, les laissant là, ensemble.

You always look so cool, she repeated. She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw.

He wanted nothing less of Daisy than that she should go to Tom and say: 'I never loved you.

She didn't like it, he said immediately. Of course she did. She didn't like it, he insisted. She didn't have a good time. He was silent and I guessed at his unutterable depression. I feel far away from her, he said. It's hard to make her understand. You mean about the dance? The dance? He dismissed all the dances he had given with a snap of his fingers. Old sport, the dance is unimportant.

You are unsentimental, almost incapable of affection, astute without being cunning and vain without being proud.

Unknowingly she saw her own tragedies mirrored in his face.

For years now he had dreamed the world away, basing his decisions upon emotions unstable as water.

You've been drinking," she said shortly, and then added qualitatively, "a little. You know I loathe the smell of it.

J'ai eu l'impression que la terre entière m'avait abandonnée. [...] J'ai tourné la tête et je me suis mise à pleurer. [...] De toute façon, je pense que tout est horrible. [...] J'ai été partout, j'ai tout fait, j'ai tout vu.

You loved me too? he repeated.

Men don't know how to be really angry or really happy—and the ones that do, go to pieces.

He [suddenly]: I don't want to fall in love with you-- She [raising her eyebrows]: Nobody asked you to. He [continuing coldly]: But I probably will.

Il lui parlait, et ses phrases étaient comme de petites lettres qu'il lui aurait écrites, car, une fois qu'il les avait prononcées, elles mettaient un petit moment à l'atteindre.

She won't marry him, but a girl doesn't have to marry a man to break his heart.

He stayed there for a week , walking the streets where their footsteps had clicked together through the November night and revisiting the out-of-the-way places to which they had driven in her white car.

Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses--

a wild submergence of soul, a dipping of all colors into an obscuring dye