Quotes About Emotions

It had been, in other words, our family home, and I had stayed to watch it become the grave of something I could no longer definitively call either a reality or an illusion.

She herself, she said, had visited the very depths of disillusionment in the male character by being honest in precisely this way: men who had claimed one minute to be dying of love for her were openly insulting her the next

And saying you love him is the same as saying you don't want to know what he really thinks of you. If you talked to him,' she said, 'you would find out.

Like God, my father expressed himself through absence: it was easier, perhaps, to be grateful to someone who wasn't there.

Music is a betrayer of secrets; it is more treacherous even than dreams, which at least have the virtue of being private.

Puede haber amor sin celos, pero no sin temores» MIGUEL DE CERVANTES

asked him what it was he was writing, and his smile widened. He said, I am writing about my childhood. I was so happy as a child, he continued, and I realised a little while ago that there was nothing I wanted so much as to recall it piece by piece, with every possible detail.

What is the point of self pity if there is was nobody to pity you for it?

what is the point of self pity if there was nobody to pity you for it?

More than anything,' he said, 'people dislike being made to feel stupid, and if you arouse those feelings, you do so at your own cost.

Change is also loss, and in that sense a parent can lose a child every day, until you realise that you'd better stop predicting what they're going to become and concentrate on what is right in front of you.

The memory of suffering had no effect whatever on what they elected to do: on the contrary, it compelled them to repeat it, for the suffering was the magic that caused the object to come back and allowed the delight in dropping it to become possible again.

If love is what is held to make us immortal, hatred is the reverse. And what is astonishing is how much details it gathers to itself, so that nothing remains untouched by it.

Apesar disso, falou ele, eu ainda acredito no amor. O amor restaura quase tudo, e quando não consegue restaurar, leva a dor embora.

Joskus minun vain täytyy saada puhua jotta tuntisin itseni todelliseksi, ja toivoisin että sinäkin puhuisit minulle." Hän makasi vaiti pimeässä ja tuijotti kattoon. Sitten hän sanoi: "Minusta tuntuu kuin sydämeni puhuisi sinulle koko ajan.

Once Agnes had been in love and since then she had been in pain.

it means, simply, that our manner of life is dishonest, that it offers too few opportunities for self-expression, and that, for some people, there is too great a disjuncture between how things seem and how they actually feel.

that awful human type of sadness.

More – life,' he said, opening his hands in a gesture of receipt. 'And more affection,' he added, after a pause. 'I wanted more affection.

He offered a stool next to his, but I went and sat in the old ladder-back chair beside the empty fire instead, a piece of furniture I have held on to throughout my adult life and that for reasons I have forgotten I had chosen to put there, in the second place. Perhaps it had reminded me too much of the life before Tony

Como en el amor, continué, que te entiendan crea el temor a que no vuelvan a entenderte jamás.

What was striking was the sheer negative capability of their former intimacy:

My daughter emanates unprocessed human need where the world is at its most civilised;

Later, at the train station before she leaves, my sister says to me: you have to learn to hide what you feel from the children. They will feel what they think you feel. That are only reflections of you. I don't believe that, I say. If they think you're happy, they'll be happy, my sister says. Their feelings are their own, I say.