Quotes About Emotions

Grandes dolores de corazón y propósitos de la enmienda suelen quedarse entre las mantas.

La paternidad, en medio de sus calvarios, proporcionan goces generosos que no comprendemos los que vivimos acorazados en nuestra prudente abstención.

Like Wollstonecraft, Austen rejects the notion that 'man was made to reason, woman to feel.' Perhaps Austen was tired of reading passages in conduct books suggesting that young women were innately sensitive, quivering, emotional messes.

Odda?am mu serce, a on je zdepta? i odrzuci?.

Ludzie pozbawieni serca nic ju? czu? nie mogÄ…, jak?e wiÄ™c mogÄ™ mu wspóÅ'czu??

Kocham ciebie, cho? mnie zabijasz, lecz czy mog? przebaczy? Ci to, ?e zabijasz siebie?

Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.

I hate him for himself, but despise him for the memories he revives.

How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words?

In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away

But I begin to fancy you don't like me. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me. (Catherine Linton, nee Earnshaw)

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes trees. My love for Heatcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

Nay, you'll be ashamed of me everyday of your life, he answered; and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.

Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!

She started writing notes and keeping them under her pillow, and then she started writing them on her pillowcase, hoping they would help her have better dreams. And if she couldn't sleep, she could just read them and be reminded of something so stunningly beautiful that her heart would swell and her bones would sigh and for just a second, the world would not seem like it was going to crush her.

He... was attached by ties stronger than reason could break -- chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.

It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.

The whole world awake and wild with joy.

Le tengo constantemente en mi pensamiento, aunque no siempre como una cosa agradable. Tampoco yo me agrado siempre de mí misma. No hables más de separarnos, porque eso es irrealizable.

Di qualsiasi cosa siano fatte le nostre anime, la sua e la mia sono uguali.