Quotes About Emotion

Por primera vez a lo largo de estos cuatro largos años, siento que no estás lejos, estoy llena de ti, es decir de pintura.

She can't even think anymore, she prefers to sing.

Han pasado tres años, imposible revivirlo. -Para poder olvidar, primero hay que recordar.

Reviento lenta y penosamente por el deseo de verte, regresa pronto (…) Me da miedo caer en medio del abismo. Te amo atrozmente, que horroroso aquí sin ti, a pesar de que me dejas sola todo el día...

In waking life (just now), if I read his face like a card there is a reversal of fortunes, for I am the body he did not help, and when a body dies we can no longer study the hunger paths so that when I speak of him, instead of saying "father," I must say "your father" or "this man I knew" or "this dead man's eyebrow." What is a dead man? What does a dead man?

simple people. . . . listen to music with their hearts and enjoy it more than those who are spoiled, jaded, blase.

Das Schreiben ist kein Genuss. Es ist das Quälende. Etwas, was man tut, wie Kotzen. Man muss es tun, obwohl man es eigentlich nicht will.

I only enjoy what I can see, because I don't feel anything. For example, your new wallpaper. I like it and it can stay, it's quiet and it keeps quiet at least. Luckily I don't have to feel it, just see it.

V?i tâm tr?ng h? h?i, Erika nói suy cho cùng b?n ch?t c?a tình yêu c?ng chính là c?c ?i?m c?a s? t?m th??ng.

Ng??i ?àn bà có thôi thúc trao t?ng t?t c? tình yêu và gi? t? giá.

For Erika, the most profound evidence of love is failure.

Không h? ghê t?m mà v?i tâm tr?ng h? h?i, Erika nói suy cho cùng b?n ch?t c?a tình yêu c?ng chính là c?c ?i?m c?a s? t?m th??ng.

Love points the way. Desire is its ignorant advisor.

Moral indignation is a bad counsellor.

I shall always remember that smile. From what world did it come from?

It was weird what was enough to make you feel good or bad, even though your basic life circumstances were the same.

Well, that's just it, I thought: you didn't just write down a raw cry of suffering. It would be boring and self-indulgent. You had to disguise it, turn it into art. That's what literature was. That was what required talent, and made people want to read what you wrote, and then they would give you money.

It felt ominous to me - the aestheticized girliness, infatuation and weakness.

Do you think it's going to rain?" I asked. "Yes. Why?" My heart quickened. "I don't know," I said. Then I realized I wanted it to rain because maybe Ivan and his family would come back to Budapest a day early and Ivan might call me. I knew there were a lot of flaws in this reasoning. But my body didn't know.

Yes: understanding the point of sex felt just like understanding the point of Shakespeare. And weren't the two related?

How could I miss him? I didn't even know him.

I think I'm falling in love with you. Every day it's harder for me to see the common denominator, to understand what counts as a thing. All the categories that make up a dog—they go blurry and dissolve, I can't tell what anything is anymore. Chills go up the backs of my arms and songs go around my head. "[If I Must Be Put to Death, Let It Be] by Your Aristocratic Little Hand.

Weeping, a powerful physical process that was normally out of the question, became a constant possibility.

Your mouth was made to suck my kiss.