Quotes About Emotion

guilt to motherhood is like grapes to wine

Loving is upsetting. That's the point of it.

Then I feel ashamed because I know how much she loves me. It's the excess that

She wasn't his mother, but she was his Mom, and that was far more important.

Se casaron con amor, más que por amor.

Mi hanno fatto tanto male che non mi possono curare nessuna ferita. Tutto il mio corpo è una ferita. Non credo di dovertelo spiegare. E se alla fine mi rimanesse una cicatrice, sarebbe come quella di chi si è interamente bruciato. Io, tutta intera, sarei una cicatrice.

caliéntame la tumba como me calentabas en otros tiempos la cama.

Quien no ha tenido nunca un perro no sabe lo que es querer y ser querido» La frase es de Arthur Schopenhauer. Es una chorrada, pero es bonita.

Deshacerme de libros que he amado (la Biblia principalmente por razones literarias) habría supuesto no hace mucho un sufrimiento insoportable para mí, como si me arrancaran las costillas de una en una sin anestesia.

I don't know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don't know what to think or what I am.

Could it think, the heart would stop beating.

O poeta é um fingidor. Finge tão completamente Que chega a fingir que é dor A dor que deveras sente.

pg.9 In my heart there's a peaceful anguish, and my calm is made of resignation.

Amo como ama o amor. Não conheço nenhuma outra razão para amar senão amar. Que queres que te diga, além de que te amo, se o que quero dizer-te é que te amo?

To feel today what one felt yesterday isn't to feel - it's to remember today what was felt yesterday, to be today's living corpse of what yesterday was lived and lost.

To understand, I destroyed myself. To understand is to forget about loving. I know nothing more simultaneously false and telling than the statement by Leonardo da Vinci that we cannot love or hate something until we've understood it.

Nunca amamos a nadie: amamos, sólo, la idea que tenemos de alguien. Lo que amamos es un concepto nuestro, es decir, a nosotros mismos.

Isn't joyful or painful this pain in which I rejoice

Kalp düÅŸünebilseydi, atmaktan vazgeçerdi.

If the heart could think it would stop beating.

All letters of love are Ridiculous. They wouldn't be love letters if they were not Ridiculous.

Give to each emotion a personality, to each state of mind a soul.

I try to say what I feel Without thinking about what I feel. I try to place words right next to my idea So that I won't need a corridor Of thought leading to words.

O meu sentimento é cinza Da minha imaginação, E eu deixo cair a cinza No cinzeiro da Razão.