Quotes About Emotions

Nossos sentimentos e pensamentos são tão sobrenaturais como uma história passada depois da morte.

I plunge into the almost pain of an intense happiness— and to adorn me leaves and branches spring up in my hair.

E digo: eu está apaixonada pelo teu eu. Então nós é.

Por isso a poesia dos poetas que sofreram é doce, terna. E a dos outros, dos que de nada foram privados, é ardente, sofredora e rebelde.

Voltando ao meu cansaço, estou cansada de tanta gente me achar simpática. Quero os que me acham antipática porque com esses eu tenho afinidade: tenho profunda antipatia por mim.

poucas vezes a gente encontra pessoas cuja alegria não seja somente digestiva.

And that was what I felt when reading your book: that solitude." "Imagine the solitude of the person who wrote it.

Sometimes—sometimes we ourselves manifest the inexpressive—one does that in art, in bodily love as well—to manifest the inexpressive is to create. In the end we are so happy!

Baim? nemyl?ti dar blogiau už baim? b?ti nemylimam.

Me quedo perpleja como una criatura al ver que incluso en el amor hay que tener sentido común y noción de la medida.

Siento que no puedo parar y me asusto. Procuro distraerme del miedo. Pero ya hace mucho que pararon los golpes reales, estoy sintiendo el incesante redoblar en mí.

Yes, I know," continued Joana. "The distance that separates emotions from words. I've already thought about that. And the most curious thing is that the moment I try to speak not only do I fail to express what I feel but what I feel slowly becomes what I say. Or at least what makes me act is not, most certainly, what I feel but what I say.

O mundo todo é ligeiramente chato, parece.O que importa na vida é estar junto de quem se gosta.

Saldré de esta oscuridad donde tengo miedo, oscuridad y éxtasis. Soy el corazón de las tinieblas.

Yes, she would explain to neither of them that everything was slowly changing... That she had put away her smile like one who has finally turned off the lamp and decided to go to bed. Now no living thing was allowed in her inner self, merging into it. The way she related to people was becoming increasingly different to the way she related to herself.

Mas se não compreendo o que escrevo a culpa não é minha. Tenho que falar porque falar salva. Mas não tenho nenhuma palavra a dizer.

It's like moments I had with you, when I would love you, moments I couldn't go past because I descended into their depths.

Dónde se guarda la música cuando no suena?, se preguntaba. Y, rendida, contestaba: que hagan un arpa de mis nervios cuando muera.

I could never again see the evening sun fading into oblivion without feeling lonely.

Where? On the impalpable and the invisible. Nowhere. Not even necessarily in the place where my mistress happens to be, since I sometimes love her better absent than present.

Don't yield to confidences. My misfortunes are none of her business.

December, 1919 Last night I heard your voice, mother, The words you sang to me When I, a little barefoot boy, Knelt down against your knee. And tears gushed from my heart, mother, And passed beyond its wall, But though the fountain reached my throat The drops refused to fall. 'Tis ten years since you died, mother, Just ten dark years of pain, And oh, I only wish that I Could weep just once again.

Oh, I must keep my heart inviolate Against the potent poison of your hate.

went with you or not." "But what would happen if you quit him and stayed here in Marseille?" "I don't care." Aslima began dancing round the room singing a pig-song in her language which is something like this translated: Want to know what's loving sweet, Want to know what's loving big? When two naughty lovers meet And unite in loving pigs.