Quotes About Emotions

pero, ¿qué importa cuando se trata de asuntos del corazón? Amamos lo que amamos. La razón no entra en juego. En muchos aspectos, el amor más insensato es el amor más verdadero. Cualquiera puede amar algo por algún motivo. Eso es tan fácil como meterse un penique al bolsillo. Pero amar algo a pesar de algo es otra cosa. Conocer los defectos y amarlos también. Eso es inusual, puro y perfecto.

It had felt as if I were truly awake for the first time, true knowledge running like ice in my blood. The memory exhilirated me for a moment, then left me with a broken cord of loss.

it is better to have a mouthful of poison than a secret of the heart. Any fool will spit out poison, he says, but we hoard these painful treasures. We swallow hard against them every day, forcing them deep inside us. There they sit, growing heavier, festering. Given enough time, they cannot help but crush the heart that holds them.

He understood how grief can twist a heart, how passions drive good men to folly.

I'm out of sorts all the time,' I said. 'I just don't show it.

Mi estado de ánimo pasó de la euforia a la duda en lo que se tarda en respirar tres veces.

So as we rode there were many things unspoken. The tension built in the air between us as the road jounced away beneath the cart's wheels. There were gaps and breaks in our conversation, silences that stretched too long, silences that were short but terrifyingly deep.

There were tears once or twice. But not for the men she had lost or the men she had left. They were quiet tears for herself, because there was something inside her that was badly hurt. I couldnt tell what it was and didnt dare to ask. Instead I simply said what I could to take the pain away and helped her shut her eyes against the world.

felt every year twice tonight, some of them three times.

met him like a lover in an empty bed. The

We talked through the long hours of night. I spoke subtle circles around the way I felt, not wanting to be overbold. I thought she might be doing the same, but I could never be sure. It

If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky. Even if it only lasts for a minute or a day. The image of them gently swaying to the music is how I picture love in my mind even after all these years.

He was so full of disgust, disgust at the world and at himself, that he could not weep.

And finally - he was neither able nor willing to prevent it - the self-loathing dammed up inside him spilled over and gushed out, gushed out of glaring eyes that grew ever grimmer, angrier, beneath the rim of his cap, flooding the outside world as perfect, vulgar hate.

Whenever he met him or saw him sitting somewhere - he felt only the sentiment that is generally termed tolerance: a very lukewarm emotional stew of disgust, contempt, and sympathy.

El grito derrumbó las paredes,…, salió del corazón, cruzó tumbas, pantanos y desiertos, pasó a gran velocidad por el paisaje nocturno de su alma, como un voraz incendio,… e irrumpió en el mundo, resonando mucho más allá de la altiplanicie… Si el grito no hubiese rasgado la niebla, se habría asfixiado así mismo: una muerte espantosa.

Müzik öyle yücedir ki, hiçbir ak?l s?rr?na eremez; müzikten, her ÅŸeye egemen olan ve kimsenin hesab?n? tutamayaca?? bir etki yay?l?r.

Her zaman özlediÄŸi ÅŸey, insanlar?n kendisini sevmesi yani, ulaÅŸt??? anda dayan?lmaz bir ÅŸey olup ç?km??t?, çünkü o kendisi sevmiyordu insanlar?, onlardan nefret ediyordu. Birdenbire doyumu hiçbir zaman sevgide deÄŸil, nefrette bulmuÅŸ olduÄŸunu anlad?, nefrette ve kendinden nefret edilmesinde.

He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men.

I had a lot of anger because I wasn't happy with the way I had been raised.

Don't ever be sorry for following your dream. Of all emotions, regret is the most futile.

going to be a hard place to leave, but Ballymena was no

We sang not for fame and fortune, but because the song needed to be set free from our souls. Once liberated, most folks understood why it had been locked up in the first place. Once

It feels so good to be loved," Murphy said. "How would ye know?" said Paddy. "I hear things and have a good imagination," he said.