Quotes About Emotions

And sad memories eventually spoil thoughts of the places that recall them. And if they happen to be our birthplaces, those memories are liable to be even harsher and more poignant. (644)

Le suore si rallegravano a vicenda del cambiamento felice; lontane com'erano dall'immaginarne il vero motivo, e dal comprendere che quella nuova virtù non era altro che ipocresia aggiunta all'antiche magagne.

E' uno de' vantaggi di questo mondo, quello di poter odiare ed essere odiati, senza conoscersi.

Quando dunque un amico si procura quella consolazione di deporre un segreto nel seno d'un altro, dà a costui la voglia di procurarsi la stessa consolazione anche lui.

Il suo aspetto era brutto come le sue passioni.

Ma il buon vescovo, non senza un certo risentimento, rispose: - sono mie anime, e forse non vedramo mai più la mia faccia; e non volete che gli abbracci?

The arousing from sleep, after a recent misfortune, is a bitter moment; the mind at first habitually recurs to its previous tranquility, but is soon depressed by the thought of the contrast that awaits it.

When sad she brings the thunder And her tears, they bring the rain When ill she feeds a poison To us all to fell her pain Her smiles they bring the sunshine And the laughter and the wind And the birds they go on singing And the world is whole again. "Smile, sweet Sunday," Wednesday whispered in her ear. "The birds need your love so they can lift their wings.

People were supposed to cry at weddings; they just weren't supposed to cry because they suspected that the bride was going to die.

We only keep the scars we choose to keep

What are you, in love with her?" Travis says. "You're staring like an idiot." The weird thing is, I think I am.

But usually, I watched Linda read. I couldn't believe she'd read so much in summer! Sometimes she laughed, reading her book, and one time she even cried. I didn't know how anyone could make such a big deal about books.

When you've found out that the person you love loves you, you can't delay. You have to hurry.

You have to avoid thinking of what upsets you. If not, it will take over your life.

This is where he should say that he is in love with me, that I have changed his life and that he loves me for it. But he doesn't. Is it because he is shy? Or because he is too young to say such a thing? Or is it merely because he does not love me? The worst of it is, I am falling in love with him.

I love you' I thought. But I didn't say it. It was not that I feared she would laugh in my face ... My fear was a greater one--that she won't say it back.

What happened to romance? sappy soppy longhand love letters.

I believed she'd gotten past ther hatred of me, turning to pity instead. But how could I make that into love?

So I said, "I'll miss you. You are the truest friend I've ever had." I could see that my words were a knife in his gut. Yet, it seemed kinder than the alternative, for him to know I love him, but that I'm leaving anyway.

but now it all floods back—the euphoria of loving her, the agony that she's leaving, that i'll lose her

Money sure does fix things, doesn't it? Except for things that can't be fixed. Like broken hearts.

He bursts into tears, and not some manlike tears either, where you pretend you're brushing something off your face and, incidentally, wipe a tear. Nope. He starts bawling like a kid who spilled his Slushie...

I try not to. I mean, you shouldn't miss people who don't miss you, right?

The whole thing was like a divorce. When we divided everything up, Courtney got my dignity, and I got the heartache.