Quotes About Emotion

Now her smile was like the bleakness of the sun in a cold winter sky. It gave light but no warmth, perhaps because there was no matching warmth in her eyes.

Of what use was it to be loved and lose one's beauty and become Real if it all ended like this? And a tear, a real tear, trickled down his little shabby velvet nose and fell to the ground.

Real isn't how you are made, said the Skin Horse. It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real. Does it hurt? asked the Rabbit. Sometimes, said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.

When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.

When you are Real you don't mind being hurt

In a certain state of mind, all trace of feeling is banished. Whenever I remain silent in a certain way, I don't love you, have you noticed that?

You give me a great desire to love.

Et puis il le lui avait dit. Il lui avait dit que c'était comme avant, qu'il l'aimait encore, qu'il ne pourrait jamais cesser de l'aimer, qu'il l'aimerait jusqu'à sa mort.

When you wept it was just over yourself and not because of the marvelous impossibility of reaching her through the difference that separates you.

Oh, how good it is to be with someone, sometimes.

Pouvoir, au milieu de la folie, redevenir humaine

My memory of men is never lit up and illuminated like my memory of women.

Oh, I'd like to show you my gratitude, show you how ugly I am, how impossible it is to love me. I'd like to offer you that.

I think about you but I don't say it anymore.

Avant et maintenant c'est l'amour entre toi et moi. Ce sera ce que tu voudrais, toi, que tu sois.

They look at each other endlessly, endlessly

Écrire, c'est aussi ne pas parler. C'est se taire. C'est parler sans bruit.

Ecrire ce n'est pas raconter des histoires. C'est le contraire de raconter des histoires. C'est raconter tout à la fois. C'est raconter une histoire et l'absence de cette histoire. C'est raconter une histoire qui en passe par son absence. Lol V. Stein est détruite par le bal de S. Thala. Lol V. Stein est bâtie par le bal de S. Thala.

Vous lui dites que vous voulez essayer, essayer plusieurs jours peut-être? Peut-être plusieurs semaines. Peut-être même pendant votre vie. Elle demande : Essayer quoi ? Vous dites : d'aimer

he's a man who must make love a lot, a man who's afraid, he must make love a lot to fight against fear.

Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened." ? Marguerite Duras, The Malady of Death

Kisses on the body bring tears.

Los besos en el cuerpo hacen llorar. Diríase que consuelan.

Then the girl spoke to the child. She told him she'd rather it remain this way between them. That she'd rather their story not move from this place, even if the child didn't understand her; that it remain in this desire, even if that meant she put herself to death. Not a real death, mind you, but a dead death, where you don't hurt, where you're never sad, you're never punished, nothing. She said, 'It should be completely impossible.' She said, 'It should be desperate.