Quotes About Emotions

Si todo pereciera y él se salvara, yo podría seguir existiendo; y si todo lo demás permaneciera y él fuera aniquilado, el universo entero se convertiría en un desconocido totalmente extraño para mí.

It was a marvelous effort of perspicacity to discover that I did not love her

GeleceÄŸimi anlatmaya iki kelime yeterli olur: Ölüm ve Cehennem! Catherine'i kaybettikten sonra yaÅŸamak benim için cehennemden farks?z olur.

Plakala sam i zbog njega i zbog nje; katkada žalimo ljude koji nemaju osje?aja ni za sebe ni za druge.

for every thought she spends on Linton, she spends a thousand on me!

and firstly, let me beware of the fascination that lurks in Catherine Heathcliff's brilliant eyes. I should be in a curious taking if I surrendered my heart to that young person, and the daughter turned out a second edition of the mother.

I'll try to break their hearts by breaking my own.  That will be a prompt way of finishing all, when I am pushed to extremity!

Kalbini ben k?rmad?m... Sen kendin k?rd?n kalbini... Kalbini k?rarak da benim kalbimi k?rm?? oldun.

De quoi que soient faites nos âmes, la sienne et la mienne sont pareilles

It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff, now; so he shall never know how I love him; and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am.

No me dejes solo en este abismo. ¡No puedo vivir sin mi vida! ¡No puedo vivir sin mi alma!

I was weeping as much for him as her; we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others.

An unfeeling child,'' I thought to myself, 'how lightly she dismisses her old playmate's troubles. I could not have imagined her to be so selfish.'' She lifted a mouthful to her lips; then, set it down again: her cheeks flushed, and the tears gushed over them. She slipped her fork to the floor, and hastily dived under the cloth to conceal her emotion.

It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire

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

Yo no te deseo a ti más tormento que el que tengo yo, sólo quisiera que nunca nos separáramos y si en adelante una palabra mía te duele piensa que el mismo dolor estoy sintiendo yo.

B?rni sp?j dzi?i just, bet neizprot savas j?tas; un, ja tie da??ji t?s ar? izprot, tad nevar nek? past?st?t.

I know he has a bad nature,' said Catherine: 'he's your son. But I'm glad I've a better, to forgive it; and I know he loves me, and for that reason I love him. Mr. Heathcliff, you have nobody to love you; and, however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater misery! You are miserable, are you not? Lonely, like the devil, and envious like him? Nobody loves you--nobody will cry for you when you die! I wouldn't be you!

You loved me-then what right had you to leave me?Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave?

The notion of envying Catherine was incomprehensible to him, but the notion of grieving her, he understood clearly enough.

My poor little sister-in-law is breaking her heart by mere contemplation of your physical and moral beauty.

i pray every night that i may live after him; because i would rather be miserable than that he should be (cathy about edgar, ch. VIII, p. 231)

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.

It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff, now; so he shall never know how I love him; and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.