Quotes About Emotions

No he tenido la mujer que hubiera necesitado en la vida; pero no por esto carezco de alegrías. Sólo que las enturbio; siempre las enturbio.

Young hearts have their unfathomable depths.

Til andre Tider kan selv usædvanlige Oplevelser ikke formaa at rykke en ut av en jævn og fattig Stemning; midt i en Ballsal kan man sitte sikker, likegyldig og upaavirket. For det er ens eget Indre som er Sorgens eller Glædens Kilde.

Gud i himlen, kjærligheten er et flygtig stof!

It was weather for dreams; for little fluttering quests of the heart.

Jeg er ikke frisk andre Steder end i Hodet.

I have no murders to tell about, but I have joys and sufferings and love. And love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder.

Og naar hun kommer, forstaar mit Hjerte alt, og det slaar ikke længer, det klemter.

Io ridevo, ridevo e mi battevo sulle ginocchia, ridevo come un invasato. E non un suono mi usciva dalla gola, la mia risata era tisica e silenziosa, mi sgorgava dal cuore come un pianto.

And love became the world's origin and the world's ruler, yet littered its path is with flowers and blood, flowers and blood.

I am not anyone to speak aloud of Adolf Hitler. His life and his actions do not invite sentimental emotions, because he was a warrior fighting for humanity, an apostle of the Gospel of the Rights of all peoples. He was a reformer of the highest rank. His historic destiny was to act in a time of unprecedented brutality, to which he eventually fell victim. So must any West European see Adolf Hitler. We, his followers, however, bow our heads before his disappearance.

Usred dvorane za zabave možeš ostati ravnodušan, siguran i neponesen opštim raspoloženjem. Jer je sopstvena duša ?ovekova izvor tuge i radosti.

Vi er som brever som er sendt ut: vi befiner os ikke længer under befordringen, vi er kommet frem. Så er det da om vi har hvirvlet glæder og sorger op ved vårt indhold eller vi intet indtryk har efterlat.

Men om hun nu pludselig sang der oppe i stuen igjen, sang ned til disse blomsterne her? Javel - når hun slog sin lidenskap ut som en vifte og var god og gal. Stakkars hende! Men stakkars allesammen!

When she opened her eyes, he gave a sudden cry and smashed his clenched fist a couple of times into her wet bottom. His joy was transformed into momentary fury. Otherwise, he never beat his children. That was the mother's job.

porque es tu propio interior el que constituye la fuente del dolor y de la alegría.

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Hun var deilig til mig. Jeg var gåt tilbunds og det var hun også, vi levet begge p bunden. det gjorde de andre omkring os også. Alle mennesker gik og gik på bunden...

Vergiss Kränkungen, doch Vergiss Freundlichkeiten nie.

The theatre infects the audience with its noble ecstasy.

Everyone at every minute of his life must feel something. Only the dead have no sensations.

It is not enough to discover the secret of a play, its thought and feelings—the actor must be able to convert them into living terms.

Aidan from the past: He took her hands in his bloodied, callused ones. "Accept me?" His eyes glowed, his lashes spiked from rain. Declan in the present: He gripped her nape. "I fuckin love you, Regin!" Rain spiked his lashes as he gazed down at her, commanding her, "Love me back!

Ah, but she was a pastel wearer. She was forever dead to Sabine.