Quotes About Emotions

Pero ¿me perdonarás? —No necesito perdonarte. —Alargué la mano para coger la suya—. Tú no puedes ofenderme. —Hablé con cierta precipitación, pero con toda la convicción de mi corazón.

Fue extraño, pero me descubrí intentando no ser una decepción para él

Me desadormeció la presión de su nariz sobre la mía; no dejó de insistir cuando me aferré a las hebras de mis sueños.

I could feel every nerve in my body, every brush of air against my skin.

Había contemplado la muerte en pinturas y en los tapices, y también en las figuras negras de las hidrias, pero jamás había visto la vibración del estertor, el ahogo, la desesperación. El olor a sangre.

But in a solitary life, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.

Tampoco él sabía enfadarse conmigo. Éramos como un bosque mojado en el que no prendía el fuego.

I thought of telling him about the quarrel with Pasiphaë, but I did not want her there with us.

On their faces, disappointment braided with relief.

We are all made of memories

Estoy hecho de recuerdos I am made of memories

Her mouth tightens. "Have you no more memories?" I am made of memories. "Speak, then.

Sotto i rami spogli soffrivamo insieme, io per l'uomo che avevo conosciuto, e lui per l'uomo che non era riuscito a conoscere.

Despite your wet-mouse weeping, I saw how you would not be ground into the earth. You loathed them as I did. I think it is where our power comes from.

As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong. 'Patroclus,' he said. He was always better with words than I.

Kol esam jauni, mums atrodo, kad visas širdies opas ken?iam pirmieji.

shine with pride. I knew how painful the death of that hope could be.

You have never deserved him. I do not know why he ever loved you. You care only for yourself!

The tears of those of naiad blood can flow for eternity, and I thought it might take an eternity to speak all my grief.

I am made of memories" Patroclus - The song of Achilles

Y a pesar de lo herido que me sentía, bajo ningún concepto deseaba verle marchar ni contemplarle nervioso y temeroso, como el resto de nosotros.

There's no such thing as the perfect soulmate. If you meet someone and you think they're perfect, you better run as fast as you can in the other direction. 'Cos your soulmate is the person that pushes all your buttons, pisses you off on a regular basis, and makes you face your shit.

Deep in my heart I'm concealing things that I'm longing to say. Scared to confess what I'm feeling - frightened you'll slip away.

We learn our lessons; we get hurt; we want revenge. Then we realize that actually, happiness and forgiving people is the best revenge.