Quotes About Emotion

what-ifs went around and around in her head. What if Mama

I'd rather see your honest pain than a brave front.

It was as though her tongue were a heavy weight in her mouth, and now her heart was even heavier for having kept silent.

Michael straightened. "I still married her, and I'd marry her again if I had it to do over." A simple statement, calmly and quietly delivered, but his eyes were burning with wrath.

He needed the warmth of the sun to take away the chill of foreboding that grew in him.

A man's heart can die before a spear ever pierced him. - Bathsheba

A man's hearted could rub deeper than any gift could reach.

A man's hatred could run deeper than any gift could reach.

Passion lasts but a moment, compassion a lifetime.

Go ahead! Her eyes shimmered with tears. Laugh! Pulling Kathryn to her feet, he cupped her face tenderly. We will laugh, darlin', right up until we're both old and gray and have a dozen grandchildren. He kissed her firmly. The answer is yes. I'll marry you. He grinned and kissed her again.

I promise you, I am not going to crush your spirit, Kate. Why would I, when that's what I love most about you? He kissed her forehead as though she were a child.

Espera —gritó—. ¡Espera! Miguel la tomó de la mano. —Aquí estoy. —Sintió que temblaba y la tomó en sus brazos—. No voy a dejarte aquí en la oscuridad. —Le levantó el mentón y la besó suavemente—. ¿Cuándo entenderás que te amo?

Books can be bought. A house can be rebuilt, darlin. You can't be replaced.

When she felt the tears coming up, building like a great hard pressure inside her, hot, so hot she thought they would burn, she swallowed them down deeper and deeper until they became a hard little stone in her chest.

It is impossible to love and be wise.

È invariabilmente triste guardare con occhi nuovi cose alle quali ci eravamo già adattati.

Tenía una cara triste y deliciosa, con detalles luminosos —los ojos luminosos y la luz apasionada de la boca— y había en su voz una emoción que los hombres que la habían querido no podían olvidar: una vehemencia cantarina, un «óyeme» susurrado, la promesa de que acababa de vivir momentos felices y vibrantes y que momentos felices y vibrantes esperaban en la próxima hora.

Era visibilmente passato attraverso due stadi e stava entrando in un terzo. Dopo l'imbarazzo e la gioia che non ragiona, era divorato dallo stupore per la presenza di lei. Era stato così a lungo pieno di quest'idea, l'aveva sognata in tutto il suo svolgimento e aspettata a denti stretti, per così dire, arrivando a un livello inconcepibile di intensità.

Non c'è fuoco né gelo tale da sfidare ciò che un uomo può accumulare nel proprio cuore.

No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.

Homburg Molly is my daughter, Homburg Molly is my daughter.

That's your problem, isn't it, Madigan? Too much feeling.

I made some mistakes in drama. I thought the drama was when actors cried. But drama is when the audience cries.

If he was nothing, or almost nothing, with no idea of where he had come from or where he was going, why he was living or what he was supposed to be doing (the piano only an elusive hint), and if, further, he was buffeted by forces he could not name but which were loneliness, sadness, longing, anger, fear, and spiritual nausea, would he not deeply attend the infinite story of life? Would he not pay the fucking twenty-five cents to get into the cathedral and see the light?