Quotes About Emotions

The great sadness cleansed me of the foul elements that had accumulated in my heart and body.

You ask everybody you know: How long does it usually take to get over it? There are many formulas. One year for every year you dated. Two years for every year you dated. It's just a matter of will power: The day you decide it's over, it's over. You never get over it.

If you didn't grow up like I did then you don't know, and if you don't know it's probably better you don't judge.

Our relationship wasn't the sun, the moon, the stars, but it wasn't bullshit, either.

but back then, in those first days, I was so alone that every day was like eating my own heart.

You don't want to let go, but don't want to be hurt, either. It's not a great place to be but what can I tell you?

he is thinking about thoughts; so many thoughts piled up, such a quantity of half-remembered knowledge, so many emotions brought up from the well to spill out: the unrolling of history - a river into which you can't step twice, a collection of biographies end to end, a hilltop to survey the surrounding plains and so on - but also, more so, the anxieties prompted by the spooling of time and the awareness of its unstoppable nature; and random thoughts...

We can't talk about it, or I know she won't so I don't even try, but it's what goes unsaid between people tat builds up like masonry. You have to either knock the bricks out with other things, or let them keep stacking until eventually you are alone in a room.

His expression hardened. It was unpleasant to have feelings that he had been at pains to check aroused to no purpose

He was angry at the things that bound the woman … and at the woman who let herself be bound.

gelozia patetic? a oamenilor ÅŸi ner?bdarea lor în faÅ£a fericirii altora.

Our silence was not the vacuum that comes from having said all there is to say. Whatever conversation we had fell naturally to pieces and crumbled in bitter silence.

Lo que llamamos amor es en realidad jugar a arrancarnos mutuamente las máscaras; y, con tal fin, es imprescindible esforzarse en llevar tal máscara, por el bien de la persona amada. Se sigue de ahí que si no hay máscara, tampoco existe el placer de arrancarla

Lo invadió una tristeza como la luz del alba... Bien podían lamerse mutuamente las heridas. Pero, de persistir en las heridas que no se cierran nunca, terminarían por quedarse sin lengua.

people's pathetic jealousy and impatience with others' happiness.

ConversaÅ£ia femeii era limitat?, dar o dat? ce intra în sfera vieÅ£ii ei, se însufleÅ£ea brusc. Poate c? tot asta era ÅŸi calea spre inima ei.

Surely I have made too much of my loneliness. I thought my loneliness greater than all mankind's combined.

I had dreamt up a cause for my jealousy by myself and I was jealous because of myself.

I was indeed in love with you. Though I was perhaps awkward about it, my love was constant. But the unhappy state of affairs was that I could affirm this love through awkwardness alone. I was like a child who cannot go on his school outing; at this point I could only be jealous of others.

Wonder, fear, discovery, suspicion, hesitation, fascination, curiosity—all were crammed into his little eyes...

For it is not true that one has the right to be loved by the person one loves, as the poets say.

You had not abandoned me, but neither did you stay close to me.

But when I heard your response, while I applauded in my heart that things had gone well, I wondered why I had the painful feeling that I had been betrayed. It was all right since it was I, but what if it had been some complete stranger? Once you had hesitated, you acquiesced.

Loneliness - since I was trying to escape it - was hell; and yet for the hermit who seeks it, it is apprently happiness.