Quotes About Emotions

There comes a time in every relationship when as far as a man is concerned everything that needs to be said has been said. Usually we women are too busy talking to ourselves to notice but, when we do figure it out, boy are we mad.

Old lovers are like socks. They always show up full of static cling and missing their mate.

sang as she walked because it was better than weeping.

She said, The cards care nothing for politics or the war of the Rebellion, nor General Lee nor General Meade. Only the war in the human heart. The forced marches of overweening emotions. The artillery of love. Piercings. Ambushes. The

Os seus olhos parecem lua, que se mostra, que se esconde, que vai e volta. Ela sofre da doença da lua. A lua esta dentro dela. A lua é mesmo ela.

She paused when he did not speak. "I know what I would do if I were you." Frantically, Tatiana chewed her lip. It was love or truth. Love won. Steeling herself, she said, "Yes," in a fragment of a voice. "I would choose America over you." Alexander broke down. "Come here, you lying wife," he said, bringing her close, encompassing her.

The night folded around them with a sweetness and poignancy heightened by the new pale stars that prickled silver fire in the water of the lily ponds, by the scented winds, and by the nearness of each other.

Hablas de amor, pero ni siquiera sabes de qué se trata. A los diecisiete años, el amor es un fuego que consume el cuerpo, pero en el cual no interviene todavía el corazón. Por eso te perdono que te hayas lanzado sobre mí con semejante violencia. Por eso no te hago arrojar en prisión. ¿Amor? ¿Acaso significan algo para ti mis pensamientos, mis planes o mis sueños? ¡Vete de aquí enseguida!

Llorad de gozo, pues ella se ha hecho dueña del Horizonte! Había una nota triunfal en su cántico, y también un pesar más profundo que el que podían experimentar los demás. Cuando los otros respondieron: «¡Vive; ella vive para siempre!», Hatshepsut rompió a llorar. Sintió entonces que el inmenso puño de su

Really, it's not people who don't understand us who drive us nuts—it's when those who shouldn't, do .

He watched her leave with mixed feelings. His heart wanted to trust her, but his head and his gut told him he couldn't.

Some words were like that. Whole lives attached to them. Ghosts and lives and ecstasy and sorrow.

Tatiana realized she was too young to hide well what was in her heart but old enough to know that her heart was in her eyes.

The power you have over someone who loves you is greater than any other power you'll ever have.

Tatiana, I love you. Do you hear me? I love you like I've never loved anyone in my whole life. Now, get up. For me, Tatia. For me, please get up and go take care of your sister. Go on. And I'll take care of you." His lips kissed her cheek.

Alexander, my nights, my days, my every thought. You will fall away from me in just a while, won't you, and I'll be whole again, and I will go on and feel for someone else, the way everybody does. But my innocence is gone forever.

Tatiana lived for that evening hour with him that propelled her into her future and into the barely formed, painful feelings that she could neither express nor understand. Friends walking in the lucent dusk. There was nothing more she could have from him, and there was nothing more she wanted from him but that one hour at the end of her long day when her heart beat and her breath was short and she was happy.

Through the haze in front of her she heard Alexander's voice, "Tatiana, I love you. Do you hear me? I love you like I've never loved anyone in my whole life. Now, get up. For me, Tatia. For me, please get up and go take care of your sister. Go on. And I'll take care of you." His lips kissed her cheek.

Everyone feels that way, that we will never stop loving someone, that we will never love anyone else, that we can never feel more than we do right now, but yet... we do, somehow, stop loving. We do get over it. Don't we? We have to. We must. Otherwise, how could we go on?

Tania." Her voice was soothing. "There is a second love. And a third love. And if you're lucky, a fourth and a fifth, too.

Father continues to make the vulgar error," she said, "that to a woman, love is her whole existence.

Shura, I'm going to die.

E non me lo hai nascosto. Niente affatto. Hai lasciato il tuo amore in bella mostra, non lo hai chiuso in un armadio. Marina aveva ragione. Ero cieca. Lo hai lasciato in mille posti perché io lo vedessi. Adesso li vedo tutti e mi fanno male. Ma tu eri una bambina. Come poteva una bambina amare qualcuno?

Te volveré loca —gritó su memoria cuando Tatiana se sentó a respirar la brisa salada de la eternidad en el alféizar de la ventana—. Andarás sonriente por la calle como una mujer normal, pero en tu interior te retorcerás como en la hoguera. No te liberaré, nunca serás libre.»