Quotes About Emotion

Laurent sollevò il capo e si vide davanti Thérèse, zitta, immobile. La giovane donna lo guardava con una fissità ardente. Di un nero opaco i suoi occhi sembravano due cavità abissali; attraverso le labbra socchiuse si intravedevano nella bocca rosei luccicori. Era come annientata, rattrappita su se stessa; ascoltava.

L'idée de la mort, jetée avec désespoir entre deux baisers, revenait implacable et aiguë.

Il n'y a pas, dans la campagne de Plassans, un endroit plus ému, plus vibrant de tiédeur, de solitude et d'amour. C'est là où il est exquis d'aimer.

Et il est capable de s'écraser le cÅ"ur comme on écrase une puce.

C'était comme un éclair de passion, rapide et aveuglant, dans un ciel mort.

Per un istante, temendo di svenire a quell'odore di donna che ritrovava più caldo, moltiplicato, sotto il soffitto basso, si sedette sul bordo del divano imbottito, tra le due finestre. Ma si rialzò immediatamente, tornò accanto alla toeletta, senza guardare più niente, gli occhi vacui, ripensando a un mazzo di tuberose che una volta era appassito nella sua stanza e l'aveva fatto quasi morire. Le tuberose, quando si decompongono, hanno un odore umano.

Nana was smiling still, but her smile was now bitter, as of a devourer of men.

He still loved her more each day, the way you love at twenty, quite unreasonably, as your capricious heart dictates, just for the joy and the pain of loving.

What is art, after all, if not simply giving out what you have inside you? Didn't it all boil down to sticking a female in front of you and painting her as you feel she is? - page35

it was in that uncertain state of mind that he began to sketch her face (12)

She was afraid to love me, Nancy said. I never realized it. By keeping her distance, she thought she could protect me. If she didn't love me, maybe I would escape notice. I would survive.

Moja mi?o?? do Lintona jest jak li?cie w lesie. Wiem dobrze, ?e czas j? zmieni, tak jak zima zmienia wygl?d lasu.

Moja mi?o?? do Heathcliffa jest jak wiecznotrwa?a ziemia pod stopami, nie przykuwa oka swoim pi?knem, ale jest niezb?dna do ?ycia.

You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. ~Heathcliff

I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

They forgot everything the minute they were together again.

Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.

He's always, always in my mind — not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself — but as my own being.

I 'never told my love' vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears;

He's more myself than I am

People feel with their hearts, Ellen: and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?

If he loved you with all the power of his soul for a whole lifetime, he couldn't love you as much as I do in a single day.

He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.