Quotes About Emotions

No encuentro palabras para explicaros el reencuentro entre madre e hijas. Son momentos muy hermosos de vivir pero muy difíciles de describir [...]

a senhora não sabe, não pode saber como é ruim! é como se eu pudesse fazer qualquer coisa quando estou com raiva. fico tão selvagem que poderia ferir qualquer pessoa e ainda gostar disso. temo fazer algo horrível um dia, e estragar minha vida, e fazer com que todos me odeiem.

I will weep with you over the children of kings, provided that you will weep with me over the children of the people." "I weep for all," said the Bishop. "Equally!" exclaimed conventionary G——; "and if the balance must incline, let it be on the side of the people. They have been suffering longer.

Jo couldn't even lose her heart in a decorous manner, but sternly tried to quench her feelings; and, failing to do so, led a somewhat agitated life. She was mortally afraid of being laughed at for surrendering

She laughed at herself for this fancy at first; but not possessing the sweet unconsciousness of those heroines who can live through three volumes with a burning passion before their eyes, and never see it till the proper moment comes

Perhaps not, I've heard that the people who love best are often blindest to such things.

You think so now; but there'll come a time when you will care for somebody, and you'll love him tremendously, and live and die for him. I know you will - it's your way, - and I shall have to stand by and see it

I was thinking what a curious thing love is; only a sentiment, and yet it has power to make fools of men and slaves of women.

Polly tried to conquer the bad feeling; but it worried her, till she remembered something her mother once said to her: When you feel out of sorts, try to make someone else happy, and you will soon be so yourself.

Je suis en proie à la colère presque tous les jours de ma vie, Jo ; mais j'ai appris à ne pas la manifester et j'espère encore apprendre à ne plus la ressentir ; quand bien même cela devrait me prendre quarante autres années de ma vie.

Había aumentado tanto su enojo que éste la dominaba por completo como suele ocurrir con los malos pensamientos y sentimientos si no se expulsan en el primer momento.

Was it all self-pity, loneliness, or low spirits? Or was it the waking up of a sentiment which had bided its time as patiently as its inspirer? Who shall say?

He has thought of Jo in reaching after the thorny red rose, for vivid flowers became her, and she had often worn ones like that from the greenhouse at home. The pale roses Amy gave him were the sort that Italians lay in dead hands, never in bridal wreaths, and for a moment he wondered if the omen was for Jo or for himself; but next instant his American common sense got the better of sentimentality, and he laughed a heartier laugh than Amy has heard since he came.

Jo wanted to lay her head down on that motherly bosom, and cry her grief and anger all away, but tears were an unmanly weakness, and she felt so deeply injured that she really couldn't quite forgive yet.

She silently excepted his challenge to the tournament so often held between man and woman- a tournament where the keen tongue is the lance, pride the shield, passion the fiery steed, and the hardest heart the winner of the prize.

I think you will find someone and love them and you will live and die for them because that is your way and you will. And I'll watch…

Nat played away and never minded anyone, while his eyes shone, his cheeks reddened, and his thin fingers flew, as he hugged the old fiddle and made it speak to all their hearts the language that he loved.

If friendship were a matter of bookkeeping -- so much joy in one column, so much sorrow in the other -- everything would cancel out and you would, it seems, be left with nothing. Yet there must be another factor in the equation, for somehow the joy outweighs the sorrow.

febrile even, but happier than I have been in weeks.

Old love, middle love, the kind of love that knows itself and knows that nothing lasts, is a desperate shared wildness.

How come we've got these bodies? They are frail supports for what we feel. There are times I get so hemmed in by my arms and legs I look forward to getting past them. As though death will set me free like a traveling cloud... I'll be out there as a piece of the endless body of the world feeling pleasures so much larger than skin and bones and blood.

Here is the most telling fact: you wish to possess me. Here is another fact: I loved you and let you think you could.

You see I thought love got easier over, the years so it didn't hurt so bad when it hurt, or feel so good when it felt good. I thought it smoothed out and old people hardly noticed it. I thought it curled up and died, I guess. Now I saw it rear up like a whip and lash. She loved him. She was jealous. She mourned him like the dead. And he just smiled into the air, trapped in the seams of his mind.

A smile of remembrance of lost times.