Quotes About Emotions

En las gloriosas mañanas de octubre me he sentido poderoso, me he sentido comprensivo como un dios.

cada uno tiene que conocer en la vida muchas tristezas. Lo notable es que cada tristeza es distinta de la otra, porque cada una de ellas se refiere a una alegría que no podemos tener.

Tribulación humana! ¡Cuantas palabras tristes estaban aún escondidas en la entraña del hombre!

Quando si ride ci si lascia andare, si è nudi, ci si scopre. Quando uno ride, vedi un po' la sua anima. E poi quando si ride ci si muove, ci si scuote, come un albero, e si lascia per terra le cose che gli altri possono vedere e magari cogliere. Gli avari e coloro che non hanno niente da offrire, infatti, non ridono.

I'll tell you, my friends: it's all in the nerves. The nerves that tense and relax as you approach the edges of companionship and love. The razor-sharp edges of companionship and love.

I realized my happiness was artificial. I felt happy because I saw the others were happy and because I knew I should feel happy, but I wasn't really happy.

It's good to love. It's bad to be impressionable.

For a while we talked about things I've forgotten now. Or maybe we were silent for a while, me sitting at the foot of his bed, him stretched out with his book, the two of us sneaking looks at each other, listening to the sound the elevator made, as if we were in a dark room or lost in the country at night, just listening to the sound of horses.

The girl replies that she was dreaming about her mother, who died not long ago. The dead are at peace, thinks B stretching out in the bed. As if she had read his mind, the girls says that no one who has passed through this world is at peace. Not anymore, not ever, she says with total conviction.

Morini read the letter three times. With a heavy heart, he thought how wrong Norton was when she said her love and her ex-husband and everything they'd been through were behind her. Nothing is ever behind us.

Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better. But better can sometimes mean worse, if you're a woman

A]nd the wizened youth trembles more and more violently, wrinkles his nose and then pounces on the story. But only I know the story, the real story. And it is simple and cruel and true and it should make us laugh, it should make us die laughing. But we only know how to cry, the only thing we do wholeheartedly is cry.

I began to tremble and he noticed. Why do I have to like the worst ones? I thought, why do I have to be attracted to the most brooding, least cultured, most desperate ones? It's a question I ask myself twice a year. I still haven't found an answer.

Hay una literatura para cuando estás aburrido. Abunda. Hay una literatura para cuando estás calmado. Esta es la mejor literatura, creo yo. También hay una literatura para cuando estás triste. Y hay una literatura para cuando estás alegre. Hay una literatura para cuando estás ávido de conocimiento. Y hay una literatura para cuando estás desesperado. Esta ultima es la que quisieron hacer Ulises Lima y Belano.

Tentou dizer alguma coisa num par de ocasiões, mas não conseguiu, o silêncio dela, porém, não era desagradável nem implicava rancor ou tristeza. Não era denso mas transparente. Quase não ocupava espaço. Inclusive, pensou Espinoza, você poderia se acostumar a esse silêncio e ser feliz. Mas ele não se acostumaria nunca, isso ele também sabia.

una vida triste, llena de pequeñas mezquindades, algunas hechas sin ni siquiera mala intención.

Che è come dire, ragazzi, dissi, che vedevo gli sforzi e i sogni, tutti confusi nello stesso fallimento, e che quel fallimento si chiamava gioia. Ed. Adelphi, pag. 406

Y entonces yo llegué al año 1968 o el año 1968 llegó a mí. Yo ahora podría decir que lo presentí, que sentí su olor en los bares, en febrero o en marzo del 68, pero antes de que el año '68 se convirtiera realmente en año '68. Me da risa recordarlo, me dan ganas de llorar ¿estoy llorando?

Sobre la felicidad no dijo una palabra, supongo que porque la consideraba algo estrictamente privado y acaso, ¿cómo llamarlo?, pantanoso o movedizo

Se puede conquistar a una muchacha con un poema, pero no se la puede retener con un poema.

Y después de mucha plática y muchos cigarrillos Angélica y María se durmieron y yo apagué la luz y me metí en la cama y mentalmente le hice el amor a María otra vez.

Una persona te acaricia, te hace bromas, es dulce contigo y luego nunca más te vuelve a hablar. ¿A qué te refieres, a la Tercera Guerra? La desconocida te ama y luego reconoce la situación matadero. Te besa y luego te dice que la vida consiste precisamente en seguir adelante, en asimilar los alimentos y buscar otros.

At the time I was living with a Mexican woman and it looked as if the relationship would be the death of her, and me, and the neighbors, and sometimes even the people who ventured to pay us a visit.

Una risa que me empujaba a salir huyendo de su lado y que al mismo tiempo me proporcionaba la certeza de que no existía ningún lugar adonde pudiera huir.