Quotes About Emotion

Love can exist without need

Chade's boy cried.

Una persona indiferente, cruel o insensible conserva aún la sensatez necesaria para saber que no siempre puede expresar cuán poco le importan los demás, y así sigue siendo aceptado en el seno de su familia o aldea.

And in that brief linking, I knew that the girl was dead.

A girl did not need to hit to hurt someone.

He'd known of love and accepted that it existed for him. But never before had he actually felt love as a physical sensation that emanated from another creature and warmed and comforted him. It was incredible.

No man should be reminded that he has screamed in front of people who delighted in it.

Goodbye, FitzChivalry Farseer.

I've been the reader sending that letter or small gift to a writer I've never met. I sent them because I wanted that writer to know that I'd met their characters. Their characters had become my friends. I hadn't read a story; I'd shared a life.

Man cannot grieve as dogs do. But we grieve for many years.

When I wallow in something dead to reawaken the savor of it, you rebuke me.

Emotion can be more exhausting than physical endeavor.

He wanted so bad to reach down and kiss her... She'd probably break his jaw.

Men cannot grieve as dogs do. We should be grateful for that.

That little knife of knowing stabbed into her at every step.

Vanity is such a strange thing. They mourned me, and I was warmed that they loved me.

Better. I think. That is, some hurts have lessened, but the ones that remain are still sharp enough that I don't know if I'm better or just becoming more adept at ignoring pain.

I tried a last time. "When you want a thing so badly for so long, and then it comes time to face that you cannot have it, sometimes—

She held his hand and did not look down nor back.

I would never... do you understand me? I could never desire you as a bed partner. Never." "And that, too, is a thing that we both have known for years. A thing that never needed speaking, those words that I must now carry with me for the rest of my life. We could have gone all our lives and never had this conversation. Now you have doomed us both to recall it forever.

I wince to think of the price willingly paid for loving me.

Hope, dashed too often, becomes the enemy. I heard her words and they did not make my heart leap with gladness. Instead I felt hot anger.

C'était pénible d'être témoin d'une si terrible

Men cannot grieve as dogs do. But we grieve for many years.