Quotes About Emotions

I think he loved us equally, but differently.

I shook my head no. For minutes, neither of us spoke a word. It breathed between us, what he had said, the pain of a life suppressed, of happiness never to be.

In my experience, men who understand women seem to rarely want to have anything to do with them.

She would grab whatever she could - a look, a whisper, a moan - to salvage from perishing, to preserve. But time is most unforgiving of fires, and she couldn't, in the end, save it all .

After all, life is not a Hindi movie.

That was a long time ago, but it's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.

At that moment, she cannot think of a more reckless, irrational thing than choosing to become a parent.

I know now that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.

You will never say to yourself when you are old, Ah, I wish I was not good to that person.

Only two weeks since he had left, and it was already happening. Time, blunting the edges of those sharp memories.

Like an art lover running out of a burning museum, she would grab whatever she could - a look, a whisper, a moan- to salvage from perishing, to preserve. But time is the most unforgiving of fires, and she couldn't, in the end, save it all.

What began with exuberance and passion always ended with terse accusations and hateful words, with rage and weeping fits.

She remembered all too well how time had dragged without him, how she had shuffled about feeling waylaid, out of balance. How shr could ever cope with his permanent absence?

Their fights didn't so much end as dissipate, like a drop of ink in a bowl of water, with a residual taint that lingered.

Mammy's heart was like a pallid beach where Laila's footprints would forever wash away beneath the waves of sorrow that swelled and crashed

I was not altogether surprised to learn that she had taken her own life. I know now that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.

You changed the subject. From what? The empty-headed girls who think you're sexy. You know. Know what? That I only have eyes for you. Laila swooned inside. She tried to read his face but was met by a look that was indecipherable: the cheerful, cretinous grin at odds with the narrow, half desperate look in his eyes. A clever look, calculated to fall precisely at the midpoint between mockery and sincerity

Sólo te permiten ser así de feliz cuando están preparándose para llevarse algo de ti.

You can't love a person who lives that way without fearing him too. Maybe even hating him a littele

I laughed. Clutched him in a hug and planted a kiss on his cheek. What was that for? he said; startled, blushing. I gave him a friendly hug, smiled. You're a prince, Hassan. You're a prince and I love you.

she had hang up knowing that for the rest of her life it would slam into her at random moments, the guilt, the terrible remorse, catching her off guard, and that she would ache to the bones with it. She would wrestle with this, now and for all days to come. It would be the dripping faucet at the back of her mind.

And if he knew, then what would I see if I did look in his eyes? Blame? Indignation? Or, God forbid, what I feared most: guileless devotion? That, most of all, I couldn't bear to see.

Tidak ada kata yang terucap, tidak ada yang perlu kami katakan, inilah harta yang dimiliki oleh mereka yang menyimpan kenangan yang sama, yang saling menjadi kenangan pertama, yang menyusu dari payudara yang sama.

El corazón de un hombre es miserable. No es como el vientre de una madre. No sangra, ni se ensancha para hacerte sitio.