Quotes About Emotions

Her beauty took one's breath away, like a sudden pain.

Manchmal hilft es, wütend zu werden, wenn man vor Traurigkeit nicht ein noch aus weiß.

I libri la rincuoravano quando era triste e scacciavano la noia mentre Mo tagliava, rilegava, incollava pagine ormai logore, rese fragili da anni e anni d'uso sotto le innumerevoli dita che le avevano sfogliate.

He closed the window, and the scents of the past again flooded the room, like a bunch of wilted flowers.

She] did not reply. She didn't want to talk to anyone. She just wanted to listen to what her bewildered heart was telling her.

The wrong boy. But what did the heart care about that?

the sly smile hides the broken heart

The Dark Fairy touched her chest. No heart, like her sisters. So where did the love come from?

A nada se pegan tan bien los recuerdos como a las páginas impresas.

A veces, cuando uno no sabe qué hacer, un buen enfado ayuda.

And now the tears did come, hard as Elinor tried to keep them back. Angrily, she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. "I think you're doing splendidly, Elinor." Mo was still lying with his face to the wall. "You're both doing splendidly. And I could wring my own neck for dragging you two into all this." "Nonsense. If anyone around here needs his neck wrung it's Capricorn," said Elinor.

How was she supposed to deal with a child? She could hardly manage to keep her own painful heart together.

Sometimes, when you're so sad you don't know what to do, it helps to be angry.

Too late had she realized what he was sowing in her. Love. Worst of all poisons.

ten pages of escapism, ten pages far from everything that made him unhappy, ten pages of real life instead of the monotony that other people called the real world?

Then she was gone, and Violante was already missing her as the door closed. 'So?' she thought. 'Is there any feeling you understand better? Losing people and missing them -- that's what your life consists of.

They had exchanged sad stories, although both of them longed for one with a happy ending.

O ja, auch das hatte Elinor inzwischen begriffen: dass die Sehnsucht nach Büchern nichts war im Vergleich zu der Sehnsucht, die man nach Menschen haben konnte. Die Bücher erzählten von der Liebe, und es war wunderbar, ihnen zu lauschen, aber sie konnten nicht ersetzen, wovon sie erzählten.

Heavens, what a plague love was! Anyone who claimed otherwise had never yet felt that wretched trembling of the heart.

worrying him, and he seemed to look straight through her as if his thoughts were somewhere else entirely. The foreboding in Meggie's heart grew, spreading black wings. 'Send him away, Mo!' she said

It's a world full of terror and beauty (...) and I could always understand why Dustfinger felt homesick for it.

It was far easier to believe in unhappiness than happiness.

Books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them…

It was difficult to find the right words, words which could also explain to her what she herself was feeling.