Quotes About Emotions

Bazen, bir insan?n kalbini baÅŸka bir insana bu kadar geniÅŸ bir ÅŸekilde açmas?n?n son derece günah olduÄŸu hissine kap?l?yordu.

I don't want them cured!" Emily was getting angrier and angrier all the time under the table. "I like my faults better than I do your — your—" she fumbled mentally for a word — then triumphantly recalled a phrase of her father's—"your abominable virtues!")

Usted sabe que si tenemos en nosotros cualquier cosa que nos duele, tratamos de evitar que nadie se acerque y la toque. Creo que esta explicación funciona también con el alma, no solo con nuestros cuerpos

There are times, Anne dearie, when I know by your eyes that YOUR soberness is put on like a garment and you're really aching to do something wild and young again.

But agony is nonetheless real because in later years when we have learned that everything passes, we wonder what we agonized about.

Even although we meet as strangers now I still love her with an INEXTINGUISHABLE love. It makes me very sad at times to think about her. But really, Marilla, one can't stay sad very long in such an interesting world, can one?

Miss Josephine Barry wrote back that she had never read anything so amusing in her life. That kind of puzzled us because the stories were all very pathetic and almost everybody died. But I'm glad Miss Barry liked them.

many bitter tears when she parted with Maywater chums and the old manse there where her mother had lived and died. She could not contemplate calmly the thought of such another and harder wrench. She COULDN'T leave Glen St. Mary and dear Rainbow Valley and that delicious

I'm afraid you both cry and laugh far too easily.

We could not really believe that Peter was going to die—to DIE. Old people died. Grown-up people died. Even children of whom we had heard died. But that one of US—of our merry little band— should die was unbelievable. We could not believe it. And yet the possibility struck us in the face like a blow. We sat on the mossy stones under the dark old evergreens and gave ourselves up to wretchedness. We all, even Dan, cried, except the Story Girl.

at last tears were all wept out and the little patient ache that was to be in her heart until she died took their place.

I can bear it when other people have a bad opinion of me but it hurts too much when I have a bad opinion of myself.

It is the injustice that stings me. There go more italics! But a few italics really do relieve your feelings.

She was positively unable to reply to Annetta's

Ellen went on shelling peas for a few minutes. Then she suddenly put her hands up to her own face. There were tears in her black-browed eyes. I—I

Oh, of course he's good, agreed Anne. But he doesn't seem to get any comfort out of it. If I could be good I'd dance and sing all day because I was glad of it.

I can't cheer up — I don't want to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!

The girl's beauty and sorrow and loneliness drew her with an irresistible fascination.

It's—it's—just like a man, said Miss Cornelia helplessly.

Knitting is something you can do, even when your heart is going like a trip-hammer and the pit of your stomach feels all gone and your thoughts are catawampus. Then when I see the headlines, be they good or be they bad, I calm down and am able to go about my business again.

And he wrote, When the moon rises tonight think of me and I'll think of you.

What if I'm truly never happy again? What if I've just experienced the most happiness, the most love, I'll ever know?

Den själarnas vackra maskerad som vi kallar kärlek... Där gyckelbilderna möts... Och tror att deras värld är upphöjd och skön!

His anger took many shapes: sometimes soft and familiar, like a round stone he had caressed for so long that is was perfectly smooth and polished; sometimes it was thin and sharp like a blade that could slice through anything; sometimes it had the form of a star, radiating his hatred in all directions, leaving him numb and empty inside.