Quotes About Emotions

Ja, det forstår jeg. En går helst bare ut når en må. Eller når en har lyst. Det er vel best å vente, og kjenne etter.

People carry their loved ones with them. They are forever present, and life is full of easily grasped opportunities to show them one's affection. It costs so little and achieves so much.

It's funny about love," Sophia said. "The more you love someone, the less he likes you back." "That's very true," Grandmother observed. "And so what do you do?" "You go on loving," said Sophia threateningly. "You love harder and harder.

It can be sad having a friend you've admired too much and seen too rarely and told too many things that you should have kept to yourself.

One evening, Sophia wrote a letter and stuck it under the door. It said, "I hate you. With warm personal wishes, Sophia.

A great sadness gripped her. It can be sad having a friend you've admired too much and seen too rarely and told too many things that you should have kept to yourself.

Oletko sinä onnellinen? minä kysyin. -Hyvältä tuntuu, mutisi Fredrikson ja katsoi hämillään merelle. (Siitä tiesin että hän oli kauhean onnellinen.)

Märkvärdigt att en så stor och långdragen besvikelse så kvickt kan glömmas for en ny förälskelse men så var det.

Do you know the difference between the first love and the last? It's this: you always think the first love is the last and the last the first...

Jeg vil have Mappe tilbage! råbte Sophia. Men du ved jo, hvordan det bliver, sagde farmoren. Det bliver rædsomt, sagde Sophia alvorligt. Men det er Mappe, jeg elsker. Og så byttede de kat igen.

This is a matter of feeling,' said Misabel. 'And such things can never be explained.

Minä menin edellä tupaan ja itkin koko ajan mutta nyt kyllä etupäässä vain tehdäkseni vaikutuksen.

Just think, never to be glad nor disappointed. Never to like anyone and get crossed at him and forgive him. Never to sleep or feel cold, never to make a mistake and have a belly-ache and be cured from it, never to have a birthday party, drink a beer and have a bad conscience... How terrible.

It's funny about love", Sophia said. "The more you love someone, the less he likes you back." "That's very true," Grandmother observed. "And so what do you do?" "You go on loving," said Sophia threateningly. "You love harder and harder.

My head was awhirl with thoughts I really had no need of, and for the first time I found no pleasure at all in thinking about myself. I had sunk into a state of deep gloom, which has also come over me at times later in my life when other people are achieving more than I myself.

Oh, my, oh, my. He's got such a lot of feelings, this Moomintroll. I won't think of him now. He's a splendid Moomin, but I don't have to think of him now. Tonight I'm alone with my tune, and tonight isn't tomorrow.

It's funny about love', Sophia said. 'The more you love someone, the less he likes you back.' 'That's very true,' Grandmother observed. 'And so what do you do?' 'You go on loving,' said Sophia threateningly. 'You love harder and harder.

I'll have to calm down a bit. Or else I'll burst with happiness

Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers.

There are only two kinds of songs; there's the blues, and there's zip-a-dee-doo-dah.

I've made it this far without crying a single tear and I'd sure hate to break down here.

I is for me. I cannot believe how much I have fucked up in love. At least, physically. I don't believe I have mentally. For some weird reason, all of my tiny horrors have been liveable. I have not died. In fact, life has become better. Through age and experience there has come realisation: life is worth living.

And all the things I think, and all the things I believe, are making me cry.

When Paul went to prison, I cried at first. Not for Paul but for me. Then I started to behave strangely. Wild. Restless.