Quotes About Emotion

Teachers are always emotional: by default if they bore us, and by design when they excite us.

Sometimes the teacher would tell me that if you're singing a love song and you just don't feel it with a person or something you've experienced, just think of a dog or cat that you love.

Words of love are works of love.

I think I like you, " I muttered, pressing my face to his muscled torso in a hug. I felt his heartbeat under my ear."I think I like you back.

The memories were so vivid that the book dropped from my hand and my eyes filled with tears.

When I look into my past the river seems to meet my eyes, staring back, as if to ask, Do you recognize me, wherever you are? Recognition

Love is a kind of infection, possessing then releasing you.

Thomas Mann writes somewhere that hatred is simply love with a minus sign placed before it.

I read your poems with interest and found them serious, original, linguistically fresh, but first of all you must learn to curb your excess of emotion and write with more distance. As if you the person writing the poems and you the suffering young man are two different people, and as though the former observes the latter coolly, distantly, even with a measure of amusement.

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And when she played the clarinet it was as though the music came not from the instrument but straight out of her body, only passing through the clarinet to pick up some sweetness and sadness, and taking you to a real, silent place where there is no enemy, no struggle, and where everything is free from shame and treachery and clear of thoughts of betrayal.

Passadas duas semanas, no quarto dela, lá em cima, na água-furtada, entre uma pancada de chuva e a outra pancada de chuva, ele lhe pediu a mão. Não disse, Seja minha esposa, mas pediu assim: Se você se casar comigo, eu também me caso com você.

Silently and sadly, the village lived its simple life.

Et même le dialogue caustique, jonché de débris de verre sous ta plume, déborde d'humanité et d'émotion dans sa bouche.

Una vez aprendió, tal vez de su esposa Stefa, que el tiempo es algo subjetivo, una especie de intensa emoción. Y por eso mostraba un amargo desprecio por el tiempo.

A person's face goes in your eyes and down you arms and into your fingers, and that's how you draw.

Some pieces of music, I like them so much, I wonder why they have to end, and if I had the strength, I'd keep playing them forever.

When she sees him, Holly says, it's like the sunsets at the beach--once the sun drops, the sand chills quickly. Then it's like a lot of times that were good ten minutes ago and don't count now.

Tutto quello che ho fatto con te era amore.

If the castle is hope, memory is the moat that surrounds it.

She was a woman who thrived on danger, but when the danger ended, she couldn't find a way to be happy.

Words to me were magic. You could say a word and it could conjure up all kinds of images or feelings or a chilly sensation or whatever. It was amazing to me that words had this power.

And now I have to stop. Because every time I remember this, I have to cry a little by myself. I don't know why something that made me so happy then feels so sad now. Maybe that is the way it is with the best memories.

Why do some memories live only on your tongue or in your nose? Why do others always stay in your heart?