Quotes About Emotions

Where, it comes to her, she was sometimes happy, in the sense of being somehow complete, and ready for what another day might bring. And knows she is no longer that, and that while she was, she scarcely knew it.

If this were my country, Odile said, wrinkling her nose, I would not be angry. No? Hollis asked. I would drink all the time. Take pill. Anything.

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. "I—I knew that. Once.

She was sometimes happy, in the sense of being somehow complete, and ready for what another day might bring. And knows she is no longer that, and that while she was, she scarcely knew it.

Listen to the fear. Maybe it's your friend.

I'm scared of him, said Piggy, and that's why I know him. If you're scared of someone you hate him but you can't stop thinking about him. You kid yourself he's all right really, an' then when you see him again, it's like asthma an' you can't breathe.

Caminaron juntos, como dos universos distintos de experiencias y sentimientos, incapaces de comunicarse.

They were reminded of their personal sorrows; and perhaps felt themselves to share in a sorrow that was universal.

Birinden korkunca ondan nefret edersiniz ama boyuna da düÅŸünüp durursunuz onu. Kendi kendinizi aldat?rs?n?z; asl?nda kötü deÄŸildir dersiniz. Ama onu görünce, t?pk? nefes darl???na tutulmuÅŸ gibi olursunuz, soluk alamazs?n?z.

Lavoravano dunque con grande energia ed allegria, benché col passar del tempo ci fosse un tantino di panico nell'energia, e d'isterismo nell'allegria.

Something to forgive is a purer joy than geometry.

I guess the most amazing thing about crying though is that when you're in it, you think it'll go on forever but it never really lasts half what you think. Not in terms of real time. In terms of real emotions, it's worse than you think, but not by the clock.

The tears that kept Buttercup company the remainder of the day were not at all like those that had blinded her into the tree trunk. Those were noisy and hot; they pulsed. These were silent and steady and all they did was remind her that she wasn't good enough. She was seventeen, and every male she'd ever known had crumbled at her feet and it meant nothing. The one time it really mattered, she wasn't good enough.

The first morning after Westley's departure, Buttercup thought she was entitled to do nothing more than sit around moping and feeling sorry for herself. After all, the love of her life had fled, life had no meaning, how could you face the future, et cetera, et cetera.

My heart was now a secret garden and the walls were very high.

Her mother was my wife, the Count roared, loudest of all. You pathetic excuse for am money-grubbing fool, you disgrace to the face of the world. And with a shriek of disgust he turned and was gone. Guilietta was beside Inigo then, so excited. Daddy likes you, she said.

I understand everything," he said. "You understand nothing, but it really doesn't matter, since what you mean is, you're glad to see me, just as I'm glad to see you because no more loneliness." "That's what I mean," said Fezzik.

I love you," Buttercup said. "I know this must come as something of a surprise, since all I've ever done is scorn you and degrade you and taunt you, but I have loved you for several hours now, and every second, more.

Buttercup dried her tears and began to smile. She took a deep breath, heaved a sigh. It was all part of growing up. You got these little quick passions, you blinked, and they were gone. You forgave faults, found perfection, fell madly; then the next day the sun came up and it was over. Chalk it up to experience, old girl, and get on with the morning.

Hace una hora, creí que te amaba más de lo que ninguna mujer ha amado nunca a un hombre, pero media hora más tarde, supe que lo que había sentido entonces no era nada comparado con lo que sentí después. Mas al cabo de diez minutos, comprendí que mi amor anterior era un charco comparado con el mar embravecido antes de la tempestad.

Death of the heart,' the subtitle says, Whose death? And even more important maybe, whose heart?

The old man nodded. "Now I can die." She glanced at him. "Don't." Her tone was surprisingly tender, and probably she sensed how important he really was to her, because when he did die, two years further on, she went right after, and most of the people who knew her well agreed it was the sudden lack of opposition that undid her.

Terrible things can happen when you're overtired. I was overtired the night your father proposed.

I thought an hour ago that I loved you more than any woman has ever loved a man, but a half hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing compared to what I felt then. But ten minutes after that, I understood that my previous love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a storm.