Quotes About Emotions

Qué buscas? preguntó. No sabría decirlo susurré: el perdón la mandala ese perdón que es mío y no puedo otorgarme que camina conmigo y no viene de fuera ese perdón arisco que retumba en mis sienes que me oprime y hace brotar las lágrimas que lavan.

And even sadness was also something for rich people, for people who could afford it, for people who didn't have anything better to do. Sadness was a luxury.

Ser feliz é uma responsabilidade muito grande. Pouca gente tem coragem. Tenho coragem mas com um pouco de medo. Pessoa feliz é quem aceitou a morte. Quando estou feliz demais, sinto uma angústia amordaçante: assusto-me.

Once in a while, groundless melancholy would darken my face, a dull and incomprehensible nostalgia for times never experienced would invade me.

Could it be that the person who sees most, feels and suffers most?

How living hurt. Living was an open wound.

To write you I first cover myself with perfume.

Sometimes writing a single line is enough to save your own heart.

Love? I wanted to go with him, to be on the stronger side, for him to spare me, like one who seeks shelter in the arms of the enemy to stay far from his arrows. It was different than love, I was finding out: I wanted him as a thirsty person desires water, without feelings, without even wanting to be happy.

I feel happier with animals than with people. When I watch my horse cantering freely across the fields— I am tempted to put my head against his soft, vigorous neck and narrate the story of my life. When I stroke my dog on the head — I know that he doesn't expect me to make sense or explain myself.

But what can I do if you are not touched by my defects, whereas I loved yours. My candour was crushed underfoot by you.

La consuelo haciéndole entender que también yo padezco la vasta e informe melancolía de haber sido creado.

Only then did she see that her life was miserable. She felt like crying when she saw her other side, she who, as I said, had always thought she was happy.

Pero cada vez la odiaba más porque no podía amarla

Criava as mais falsas dificuldades para aquela coisa clandestina que era a felicidade. A felicidade sempre iria ser clandestina para mim. Parece que eu já pressentia.

I write in acrobatics and pirouettes in the air - I write because I so deeply want to speak.

Qué se puede hacer con la verdad de que todo el mundo esté un poco triste y un poco solo.

O horrível dever é o de ir até o fim. E sem contar com ninguém. Viver-se a si mesma. E para sofrer menos embotar-me um pouco. Porque não posso mais carregar as dores do mundo. Que fazer quando sinto totalmente o que outras pessoas são e sentem? Vivo-as mas não tenho mais força.

Today I woke up feeling such nostalgia for happiness. My whole life I've never been free. I always persecuted myself within me. I've became intolerable to myself. I live in the dilacerating duality. I have an apparent freedom but I am imprisoned inside me.

What can you do with the truth that everyone's a little sad and a little alone.

but the crime is more important than the punishment. I enliven all of me in my happy instinct for destruction.

às vezes não se tem o que escrever mesmo quando se tem o que falar.

La persona della quale parlerò e così sciocca che, a volte, per strada, sorridere gli altri. Nessuno le ricambia il sorriso neppure la vedono.

Por que é que você me pede tanta aspirina? Não estou reclamando, embora isso custe dinheiro. - É para eu não me doer. - Como é que é? Hein? Você se dói? - Eu me doo o tempo todo. - Aonde? - Dentro, não sei explicar.