Quotes About Emotions

I know you're right. I'm just low, and when I'm low I talk like a fool.

You ought to be ironical the minute you get out of bed. You ought to wake up with your mouth full of pity.

She was crying. I comforted her and she stopped crying. But outside it kept on raining.

This was Brett that I had felt like crying about. Then I thought of her walking up the street and stepping into the car, as I had last seen her, and of course in a little while I felt like hell again. It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night is another thing.

I wonder if he has any plans or if he is just as desperate as I am?

I know that the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started.

I thought you weren't going to ever talk about it. How can I help it? You'll lose it if you talk about it. I just talk around it. You know I feel rather damned good, Jake. You should. You know it makes one feel rather good deciding not to be a bitch. Yes. It's sort of what we have instead of God. Some people have God, I said. Quite a lot. He never worked very well with me. Should we have another Martini?

I didn't want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you good night — and there's a lot of difference.

It had been wonderful and they had been truly happy and he had not known that you could love anyone so much that you cared about nothing else and other things seemed inexistent.

No. Have it here where it is quiet. You and your quiet, said Brett. What is it men feel about quiet? We like it, said the count. Like you like your noise, my dear.

Love is a dunghill, and I'm the cock that gets on it to crow.

To show his nervousness was not shameful; only to admit it.

Now we have done it. Now we really have done it." Yes, he thought. Now we have really done it. And when she went to sleep suddenly like a tired young girl and lay beside him lovely in the moonlight that showed the beautiful new strange line of her head as she slept on her side he leaned over and said to her but not aloud, "I'm with you. No matter what else you have in your head I'm with you and I love you.

It's funny,' I said. 'It's very funny. And it's a lot of fun, too, to be in love.' 'Do you think so?' her eyes looked flat again. 'I don't mean fun in that way. In a way it's an enjoyable feeling.' 'No,' she said. 'I think it's hell on earth.

Los buenos libros se parecen en que son más ciertos que si hubiesen sucedido de verdad y en que, cuando terminas de leerlos, sientes que todo te sucedió y después, que todo te pertenece: lo bueno y lo malo, el éxtasis, el remordimiento y el dolor, la gente y los lugares y cómo estaba el tiempo.

They are not sorrows, so much as terrible things.

This was Brett, that I had felt like crying about. Then I thought of her walking up the street and stepping into the car, as I had last seen her, and of course in a little while I felt like hell again. It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing.

The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started.

Yo no quería darte un beso de despedida ese era el problema . Quería darte un beso de buenas noches. Hay una gran diferencia

But people do. They love each other and they misunderstand on purpose and they fight and then suddenly they aren't the same one.

She said nothing is done to oneself that one does not accept and that if I loved someone it would take it all away.

Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.

But walking down the stairs feeling each stair carefully and holding to the banister he thought, I must get her away and get her away as soon as I can without hurting her. Because I am not doing too well at this. That I can promise you. But what else can you do? Nothing, he thought. There's nothing you can do. But maybe, as you go along, you will get good at it.