Quotes About Emotions

Sometimes I think aint none of us pure crazy and aint none of us pure sane until the balance of us talks him that-a-way.

It ain't the man a woman cares for that reaps the harvest of passion, you know: it's the next man that comes along after she's lost the other one.

O dia corria célere sobre suas cabeças, e as janelas esquálidas brilhavam e escurecia numa retrocessão espectral. Passou um carro, pela pista de areia lá fora, rosnando de esforço, e o som foi morrendo. Dilsey estava empertigada em seu banco, a mão pousada no joelho de Ben. Duas lágrimas desciam-lhe as faces murchas, entrando e saindo dasmil coruscações da imolação e da abnegação do tempo.

Foi quando aprendi que as palavras não servem para nada; que as palavras nunca se adaptam nem mesmo ao que elas querem dizer. Quando ele nasceu compreendi que a maternidade foi inventada por alguém que tinha de arranjar uma palavra para isso, porque as que tinham os filhos não queriam saber se havia ou não uma palavra para isso. Compreendi que o medo foi inventado por alguém que nunca tinha tido medo; o orgulho, por quem nunca tinha sentido orgulho.

It's not men who cope with death; they resist, try to fight back and get their brains trampled out in consequence; where women just flank it, envelop it in one soft and instantaneous confederation of unresistance like cotton batting or cobwebs, already de-stingered and harmless, not merely reduced to size and usable but even useful like a penniless bachelor or spinster connection always available to fill an empty space or conduct an extra guest down to dinner.

Él ha dicho: «Lo siento aún más que tú». Y yo he dicho: «Tú no sabes qué tormento es que yo no pueda sentirlo. Hago por sentirlo, pero no puedo pensar en ello lo suficiente para sentirlo».

Adoro los silencios incómodos, ¿usted no, doctor? Todo lo que implican. Llenan el vacío con la fuerza de las palabras no dichas. Porque lo que no se dice a veces es más inquietante.

Old man she said, have you lived so long and forgotten so much that you don't remember anything you ever knew or felt about love?

Sometimes it was mild elation. Often it was a pleasant melancholy.

Defeats, humiliations- craven avoidance- burn into memory so much more deeply than their opposites.

Walpole, that life is a comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel.

I'll tell you why yes, because why people lie is, because when people stop lying you know they've stopped caring.

Women get desperate, but they don't understand despair.

Yes, did you hear what that woman said? . . . I think it's the artist is the only person who is really given the capability of being happy, maybe not all the time, but sometimes. Don't you think so? Don't you think so? . . .

If we believe that love is weakness? And people resent it, because they think it's an admission of weakness, they draw away from it… and that's why you kill the thing you love, because it's your weakness personified. If you kill it, you will your weakness before it kills you.

When we lose contact with the beloved one, we lose contact with the whole world.

Are you - are you sad? - No. But your - your songs are sad. - My songs are of time and distance. The sadness is in you. Watch my arms. There is only the dance. These things you treasure are shells.

When you raise the dead, they bring their baggage.

And somewhere he was laughing, in a white-painted loft, distant fingers caressing the deck, tears of release streaking his face.

And now it's late, close to the wolfing hour of soul-lack. But she knows, lying curled here, behind him, in the darkness of this small room, with the somehow liquid background sounds of Paris, that hers has returned, at least for the meantime, reeled entirely in on its silver thread and warmly socketed.

What Shaylene saw as Burton's primary symptom of traumatic stress, Flynne thought, was his ongoing failure to ask her out.

Those fuckers," Janice said, meaning the football players, "they get me doing hate Kegels.

You feel like you have emotions, to me. Where's the line between modeling them and having them, though? But I know I can't just make them go away.

cry for it, cry in his sleep, and wake alone in the dark, curled in his capsule