Quotes About Emotions

He had such slow reactions to everything. Physical danger. Emotional blows. Sometimes his reactions were weeks late, so that

Finally, Carol said in a tone of hopelessness, 'Darling, can I ask you to forgive me?' The tone hurt Therese more than the question. 'I love you, Carol.

Por qué estaba deprimido? —preguntó ella. —No podría explicarlo —frunció las cejas—. No hay unos motivos concretos, excepto que para mí la vida carece de sentido, a menos de que la viva para otra persona. He estado viviendo para usted desde septiembre... aunque no la conocía.

he sensed that suicide was a coward's escape, a ruthless act against those who loved him.

you wanted to be cheerful, or melancholic, or wistful, or thoughtful, or courteous, you simply had to act those things with every gesture.

Siento que estoy enamorada de ti, y debería ser primavera. Quiero que el sol caiga sobre mi cabeza como coros musicales. Imagino un sol como Beethoven, un viento como Debussy, y cantos de pájaros como Stravinski. Pero el ritmo es totalmente mío

It might destroy everything, even the solidity of Carol's body beside her, and the bend of Carol's body in the black sweater seemed the only solid thing in the world.

Therese said, still laughing, laughing away all the longing and the intention of the night.

If she ever had an impulse to tell Carol, the words dissolved before she began, in fear and in her usual mistrust of her own reactions, the anxiety that her reactions were like no one else's, and that therefore not even Carol could understand them.

Sintió que el sí quedaba absorbido por la oscuridad, no como las demás noches, en que el sí había sido mudo, sin ni siquiera salir de él mismo. El sí deshizo el nudo que tenía en la cabeza tan bruscamente que le hizo daño. Era lo que había estado esperando decir, lo que el silencio de la habitación y las bestias al otro lado de las paredes habían estado esperando oír.

You say you love me however I am and when I curse. I say I love you always, the person you are and the person you will become.

Y qué era el luto? Cara larga durante una hora, un dia…pero no mucho más…(…) Pero ¿por lo demás? Coleman no se hacia ilusiones en el sentido de que por él iban a derrarmarse muchas lágrimas. El luto era algo reservado a un puñado de amigos verdaderos, o a las familias unidas que lo guardaban principalmente para que lo viera el resto de lal familia.

Why I love you Patricia Highsmith, will forever remain a Freudian enigma.

Bach for minor crises. Mozart for major ones.

De pronto le pareció, que el amor erótico y el amor romántico, no era nada más que una forma o varias formas del ego. Por consiguiente, lo que había que hacer era dirigir el ego de uno mismo hacia destinatarios que no fuesen personas, o hacia personas de las que uno no esperase nada. El amor podia ser puro, pero sólo si no era egoista.

Grief is a strange journey. Each time we embark upon it, it is as though we have never taken its roads before. No, I have that wrong: each grief brings us through a familiar landscape carved into unrecognizable contours. For we do not only lose another person; we lose the person we were with the one we lost.

brooding only feeds the strange pleasure of melancholy...

I'm trying to move ahead, Cade, she whispered to the window. I didn't want to marry again. I didn't want another man taking away my choices. But it's happening all over again, and I don't like it. Can you understand that, Cade? Can you understand how I feel? His hands captured her shoulders and pulled her around. His face loomed over hers as he spoke. Give us time, Lily. We can make it work. Living without anyone else is an awful lonely business. He

The fact is, for most of us, what happens to ourselves is so much more important than what happens to other people that the smallest mote in our own eye will prevent us from being unduly harrowed by someone else's beam.

I shall want heaps and heaps of tea. The blow has driven me to drink.

Men could be drunk with pride, with passion, or with power. They could be drunken with hatred, or with the lust of gain.

they were on the sort of terms which admit of intimacy, affection, and a familiarity which may breed anything between contempt and love. In fact a very wide frame into which almost any picture could be fitted.

at any rate there is nothing in the world more dreary, damping, and obscurely perturbing than to come out of a cinema in the afternoon to a noisy world.

Is my reaction one that will relieve the problem or will it just relieve any frustration?