Quotes About Emotion

One year, thought Kristin, and she could hardly remember when she had last given Arne a thought. It gave her a fright—maybe she was a loose, vile woman. A year since she had seen him lying on the bier in the death chamber, when she thought she would never be happy again. She whimpered silently in fear at the inconstancy of her own heart and at the transitory nature of all things. Erlend, Erlend—would he forget her? But worse yet was that she might ever forget him.

El amor no crea regla alguna, las rompe todas Sigrid Undset

She had woken up with the song swirling around in her mind and couldn't make it sizzle down her arm and out onto the stiff strings of her fiddle.

I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island.

It is difficult to reconstruct an emotion. At times it is difficult even to admit to one. I have practiced long and hard at denying entry to such twin imposters as triumph and disaster, or love and hate, but sometimes the barriers are breached.

in Czech we have an expression, propadnout lásce, to fall in love. You can't do that in German, can you? In German you just come into love. But in Czech you can fall into it.

It wasn't the way that Viktor and Katalin looked at each other, it was the way they didn't look. It wasn't the notes, it was the silences between the notes.

Problém se slovy spo?ívá v tom, že stahují myÅ¡lenky k zemi, pÃ…â"¢ibíjejí je na kÃ…â"¢íž pÃ…â"¢esných význam?. Ale život není o pÃ…â"¢esných významech, spíÅ¡e o jejich odstínech, o náznacích, verzích a rozporech, o propojení lásky a nenávisti, vypo?ítavosti a touhy.

I still think about him all the time. I just sobbed for an age when I found the note I wrote about his death buried in my computer.

She was adamant, and she was right, that all we can do is try to carry on. To accept. To incorporate death, grief and memory into our lives. People we love never leave us. They should never leave us.

Geen mens kon een ander overtuigen van zijn liefde; men kon er alleen maar aan geloven, van elkaar.

Forgetting is something time alone takes care of, but forgiveness is an act of volition, and only the sufferer is qualified to make the decision

Time is the longest distance between two places.—TENNESSEE WILLIAMS, THE GLASS MENAGERIE (1944)

I love you, with a touch of tragedy and quite madly.

I tried to love you less.I couldn't.

My contemplation is an excruciation only because it is also a joy.

É completamente estúpido escrever cartas de amor, não pode ser transcrito através de uma simples carta, mas o que fazer quando este horrível oceano nos separa do homem que amamos?

There were no scruples, no feelings of respect or loyal affection that would stop us from making up our minds by the pure light of reason - and of our own desires.

Ich muß fühlen, daß ich lebe. Und wenn ich darüber sterbe.

No descubrí la negra magia de las palabras hasta que me mordieron en el corazón.

Si no soy sino un cuerpo, sólo un lugar al sol y el instante que mide mi suspiro, entonces heme aquí liberado de todas las inquietudes, los temores, las penas. Nada me conmueve, nada me importa. No estoy ligado sino a ese minuto que llena mi vida: ella sola es una presa tangible, una presencia. No existe sino la impresión del momento.

I gave a weak smile; he came close and put an arm around my shoulders; I clung to him and wept quietly. The warm physical pleasure of tears running down my cheek. What a relief! It is so tiring to hate someone you love.

Não é a natureza que define a mulher: esta é que se define, retomando a natureza em sua afectividade.

Não é mais amor: sou apenas um hábito.