Quotes About Emotions

Solitude is long. The joys that connect us leave almost no trace.

Un des effets du dérèglement sentimental est que plus rien ne glisse. Tout devient signe, tout est matière à décryptage.

People we no longer love no longer carry any credit with us and everything they do seems artificial.

Les émotions sont effrayantes.

C'est ridicule. On ravale toutes ses larmes pendant des années et voilà qu'on pleure sans raison dans un salon d'essayage de Frank et Fils.

Again she lost herself in the talk, and again her words seemed to be warming her whole body.

Pero cuánto durará esta belleza? A las mujeres nos entristece pensar en eso

He could not call up the faces of his own mother and father, who had died three or four years before. He would look at a picture, and there they would be. Perhaps people were progressively harder to paint in the mind as they near one, loved by one. Perhaps clear memories came easily in proportion as they were ugly.

Do you think it's right to not say goodbye to the man you yourself said was on the very first page of your very first volume of your diary? This is the very last page of his.

Twenty years old, I had embarked on this trip to Izu heavy with resentment that my personality had been permanently warped by my orphan's complex and that I would never be able to overcome a stifling melancholy. So I was inexpressibly grateful to find that I looked like a nice person as the world defines the word. -from The Dancing Girl of Izu

oricat de bland si bun ar fi omul, tot are cugetul framantat dintr-o pricina sau alta.

and yet the woman's existence, her straining to live, came touching him like naked skin.

Cum o fi oare sentimentul de singur?tate la animale?

Ciudate mai sunt lacrimile oamenilor!

La luce della cabina si spense. A bordo, l'odore di pesce e salsedine si fece più intenso. Nel buio, scaldato dal tepore del corpo del ragazzo, diedi libero sfogo alle lacrime. La mia mente era ormai acqua limpida che scivolava via goccia a goccia, mentre a me restava solo il dolce piacere di ciò che finisce e non lascia più nulla.

Me temo que no es tan sencillo. Haces demasiado caso de tu propio sentimentalismo y de tu descontento por no ser capaz de morir.

Estoy intentando pensar como los ancianos que están más tristes que yo

Is it a boy or a girl? It's a girl. Really! Can't you tell by looking at it? Is it mine? It is not. Oh? Well, if it is, you needn't say so now. You can say when you feel like it. Years and years from now. It is not. It really is not. I haven't forgotten that I loved you, but you are not to imagine things.

Y si uno se siente demasiado solo incluso para suicidarse?

He could not call up the faces of his own mother and father, who had died three or four years before. He would look at a picture, and there they would be. Perhaps people were progressively harder to paint in the mind as they were near one, loved by one. Perhaps clear memories came easily in proportion as they were ugly.

Supongo que en una mujer hasta el odio es una forma del amor.

What of it? Tokyo people are complicated. They live in such noise and confusion that their feelings are broken to little bits." "Everything is broken to little bits.

Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?

Un ponte di pietra tra le anime? Meglio allora un arcobaleno. Sì, è possible che il ponte che unisce due anime sia simile a un arcobaleno.