Quotes About Emotions

En muhtaç durumdakilerin en nefret etti?i ?ey minnettarl?kt?r, s?rf kendilerini yeniden iyi hissetmek için ilk f?rsatta sald?r?rlar.

Her mouth tightens. 'Have you no more memories?'

It is not you," I said. "At least there is that.

did not have a thousand wiles, and I was no fixed star, yet for the first time I felt something in that space. A hope, a living breath, that might yet grow between.

Do you always make beautiful things for those you are angry with?" "No," he said. "Only you.

I conjure the boy I knew. Achilles, grinning as the figs blur in his hands. His green eyes laughing into mine. Catch , he says. Achilles, outlined against the sky, hanging from a branch over the river. The thick warmth of his sleepy breath against my ear. If you have to go, I will go with you . My fears forgotten in the golden harbor of his arms.

perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.

Presto lui sarà di ritorno e Agamennone sarà costretto inginocchiarsi. Saranno di nuovo felici. Lo pensa ma non riesce a sentirlo.

We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake in this room loving him in silence.

Mas em uma vida solitária, há raros momentos em que outra alma mergulha perto da sua, como estrelas roçando a terra uma vez por ano. Ele foi para mim uma dessas constelações.

E dopotutto forse il dolore più grande è quello di chi viene lasciato da solo sulla terra. Non credi?

I knew he killed men every day; he came home wet with their blood, stains he scrubbed from his skin before dinner. But there were moments, like now, when that knowledge overwhelmed me.

This morning he had leapt onto my bed and pressed his nose against mine. "Good morning," he'd said. I remembered the heat of him against my skin.

Tu m'as jeté en pâture aux corbeaux, mais il se trouve que je les préfère à toi.

I'm made of memories

Il pensiero che suo padre potesse essere in collera e che tuttavia Achille continuasse a fare ciò che voleva, era una cosa incomprensibile per me, a stento immaginabile. Sentirglielo dire era come una droga. Non ne avevo mai abbastanza.

when he was gone would i be like achilles, wailing over his lost lover patroclus? i tried to picture myself running up and down the beaches, tearing at my hair, cradling some scrap of old tunic he had left behind. crying out for the loss of half my soul

She turned her back to me and was silent. A moment passed. I could hear the sound of her breaths, drawn slowly, so I would not guess she was crying. I knew the trick. I had done it myself.

Idylle hatte ich unsere gemeinsame Zeit bezeichnet. Illusion hätte es vielleicht besser getroffen.

Achilles smiles as his face strikes the earth.

Después hicieron acto de presencia las lágrimas, y se derramaron, y las constelaciones se pusieron a girar sobre nosotros, y la luna empezó a trazar su fatigoso curso. Yacimos acongojados e insomnes mientras transcurrían las horas.

The only thing that was clear was Glaucos' face, his handsome brow and earnest eyes, wet a little from his griefs but smiling always when he looked at me.

Él se removía y el aire del interior de la tienda con él, impregnando el ambiente con su suave aroma a musgo. «Es esto lo que voy a echar de menos. Me mataré antes que perderlo», pensé, y luego me pregunté: «¿Cuánto tiempo tenemos?».

But I had been a stranger to myself turned to stone for no reason I could name.