Quotes About Emotions

Lizzy Elmsworth was not a good-tempered girl, but she was too intelligent to let her temper interfere with her opportunities.

The words came out slowly, haltingly, as if they had cost him a struggle. Nan had noticed before now that anger was too big a garment for him; it always hung on him in uneasy folds.

you?—his words overwhelmed him with a realization of the cowardice which had driven him from her at the very moment of attainment. Yes—he had always feared his fate, and he was too honest to disown his cowardice now;

They had never been at peace together, they two; and now he felt himself drawn downward into the strange mysterious depths of her tranquillity.

And how can anyone give you happiness who hasn't got it himself?

plunged out into the winter night bursting with the belated eloquence of the inarticulate.

For the first time he was face to face with his hovering dread: he was judging where he still adored.

She read, too, in his answering gaze the delicious confirmation of her triumph, and for the moment it seemed to her that it was for him only she cared to be beautiful.

That was all; but all their intercourse had been made up of just such inarticulate flashes, when they seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods . .

He could not bear the thought that a barrier of words should drop between them again

The situation between them was one which could have been cleared up only by a sudden explosion of feeling, and their whole training and habit of mind were against the chances of such an explosion.

He preferred to spend the afternoon in solitary roamings through Paris. He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime.

If May had spoken out her grievances (he suspected her of many) he might have laughed them away; but she was trained to conceal imaginary wounds under a Spartan smile

Since then there has been no farther communication between them, and he had built up within himself a kind of sanctuary in which she throned among his secret thoughts and longings

The one thing that astonished him now was that he should have stood for five minutes arguing with her across the width of the room, when just touching her made everything so simple.

You like so much to be alone?" "Yes; as long as my friends keep me from feeling lonely.

Ali znate, nas dve smo toliko razli?ite: ona voli da bude dobra, a ja volim da budem sre?na.

You like so much to be alone? Yes; as long as my friends keep me from feeling lonely. She

It must be less wicked to love the wrong person than not to love anybody at all.

But, my dear, it's just the fugitiveness of mortal caring that makes it so exquisite! It's because we know we can't hold fast to it, or to each other, or to anything...

The light extinguished, they lay still in the darkness, Gerty shrinking to the outer edge of the narrow couch to avoid contact with her bed-fellow. Knowing that Lily disliked to be caressed, she had long ago learned to check her demonstrative impulses toward her friend.

But now he felt as if her blush had set a flaming guard about her.

She had once shown him the impossibility of such a hope, and his subsequent behaviour seemed to prove that he had accepted the situation with a reasonableness somewhat mortifying to her vanity.

It seemed to her the diabolical instrument of their estrangement.