Quotes About Emotions

We do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others. 

?nsan bazen, kendine de, ba?kalar?na da ac?mak nedir bilmeyen kimselere de ac?yor.

Ele nunca saberá como eu o amo; e não é por ele ser bonito, Nelly mas por ele ser mais parecido comigo do que eu própria. Seja qual for a matéria do que nossas almas são feitas, a minha e a dele são iguais, e a do Linton é tão diferente delas como um raio de lua num relâmpago, ou a geada de fogo

We do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others

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.

False friends will launch their covert sneers; True friends will wish me dead; And I shall cause the bitterest tears That you have ever shed.

May you not rest, as long as I am living! You said I killed you - haunt me, then!

Te consta que mientes al decir que yo te he matado, y te consta también que tanto podré olvidarte como olvidar mi propia existencia.

Perdonarte cuando veo esos ojos y toco esas manos enflaquecidas! Bésame, pero no me mires. Sí; te perdono. ¡Amo a quien me mata! Pero ¿Cómo puedo perdonar a quien te mata a ti?

No sé qué composición tendrán nuestras almas, pero sea de lo que sea, la suya es igual a la mía, y en cambio la de Eduardo es tan diferente como el rayo lo es de la luz de la luna, o la nieve de la llama.

No se acuerda de aquellos tiempos en que él era todo el mundo para ella, y ella lo único que él conocía

No se acuerda de aquellos tiempos en que él era todo el mundo para ella, y ella lo único que él conocía en el mundo

Je sais, par instinct, que sa réserve provient d'une aversion pour les étalages de sentiment...Pour les manifestations d'amabilité réciproque. Il aimera, comme il haïra, sans en rien laisser paraître, il regardera comme une sorte d'impertinence l'amour ou la haine qu'il recevra en retour.

Seja qual for a matéria de que as nossas almas são feitas, a minha e a dele são iguais.

Oh, I'm burning! I wish I were out of doors! 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?

Emily Dickenson

Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.

The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee...

An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.

We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.

Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat.

My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word

Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself.

Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.