Quotes About Emotion

there was a sense in which he had no choice. He couldn't live with Susan; he couldn't establish a separate life away from her; therefore he went back to live with her. Courage or cowardice? Or mere inevitability?

Ma se nostalgia significa il ricordo potente di un'emozione forte, e il rimpianto di non ritrovare più sensazioni del genere nella vita, allora mi dichiaro colpevole. da Il senso di una fine

Who can control how much they love? If you can control it, then it isn't love. I don't know what you call it instead, but it isn't love.

Which are truer, the happy memories, or the unhappy ones? He decided, eventually, that the question was unanswerable.

Pierdes el mundo por una mirada? Pues claro que sí. Para eso es el mundo: para perderlo en las circunstancias apropiadas.

I considered ducking the appointment, but eventually decided to let the heart speak, and rolled up. I had, after all, spent three days wondering what it would be like to be married to her. In fact, I'd thought about Annick so much that I couldn't remember what she looked like. It was like putting layer after layer of papier mâché over an object and gradually seeing the original shape disappear. How terrible if I failed to recognise the woman I'd already been married to for three days.

Love, he had ventured, was like the vast and sudden uncreasing of a lifelong frown.

Sad sex is the saddest sex of all.

No, while most people have been at their unhappiest when in love, it is nevertheless the state the human being yearns for above all.

But she did feel rather proud of him for once, which was a nice sensation.

Aunque la mayoría de las personas son más desgraciadas cuando están enamoradas, no deja de ser el estado en el que más desea estar el ser humano

The ugliness is what makes the beautiful things beautiful.

Don't talk about dying? You want me to talk about love. They're one and the same, child. One and the same.

Siente él lo mismo que ella, un torbellino persistente que le aporrea el corazón? Con todo lo que ha perdido, lo único que sabe ahora es que a él no puede perderlo...en la vida.

And I knew that I loved him with more than a nod. I loved him with a rush of tenderness, a lion's share. (Is that ever enough?) I wanted to survive. I had to. I never called.

I didn't know it until the end. All stories worth telling are love stories.

But this kind of love can't survive. Love's a luxury.

Vale, entonces un recuerdo. ¿Tiene que ser feliz? —No. Prefiero que sea verdadero a que sea feliz.

Una sensación etérea en la barriga y el corazón aporreándole el pecho como si se estuviera cayendo, y cayendo.

New losses dig up past losses, as if one needs the other to remember how it's done.

We're wretches but we're still capable of this - songs rising up inside us.

Dancers can look at a mirror, a writer can look at a page, and a painter can look at a canvas and see their work reflected back at them. But singers can only hear and feel what they are doing. After all the training, technique, use of breath, and placement of sound, it boils down to an emotional response to music and lyrics---and the way they touch one's heart and soul

The words had somehow managed to bypass reason on the way out of his mouth

Because that's what happened to fury when tenderness was applied. It dissolved.