Quotes About Emotion

And because love, real love, is not so easily shed.

It's as though your life, on some measures, is validated by the amount of fucking and heartbreaking you have been involved in and also by the number of breasts and clitorises and cocks and inner thighs and mouths you have travelled intimately.

I hate to admit it, but sometimes I think he's right. When you kiss someone, it's the first taste of his mouth that will make or break your heart.

A charm has only as much power as one puts into it./ I wear it because it is such a pretty thing./ And the person who gave it to me/ cared enough for my protection:/ a reason greater than any faith.

Zachary me enjabonó entre las piernas explorándome como si fuera la primera vez, como si no me conociera de memoria. Yo alargué la mano hacia atrás. Él dijo Lacey anne. Le encanta susurrar mi nombre cuando lo tengo dentro, y esa es la única ocasión en la que disfruto de verdad al oírlo, porque es como si todas las cosas de mí misma que me gustan y todas las que detesto confluyeran, en cierto modo, y me siento desnuda y plena, nombrada y encontrada.

Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it.

True love, to me, is when she's the first thought that goes through your head when you wake up and the last thought that goes through your head before you go to sleep.

Only a shipwrecked person who has just escaped drowning could understand the psychology of someone who breaks out in laughter just because he is able to breathe

Compared to the you in my heart, the I in you is insignificant.

Suddenly you began to sob. It was an unnerving sound, like air escaping from a faucet when the water stops.

Más que de la mujer, el hombre tiende a enamorarse de los fragmentos y detalles de las cosas.

Tal vez correspondiera decir que, más que perder la pasión, la habían congelado de tanto idealizarla.

Más que la mujer, el hombre tiende a enamorarse de los fragmentos y detalles de las cosas.

Ceea ce simÅ£ea pentru ea era una, iar ceea ce îi f?cuse ea era altceva.

Gândul acesta îi st?ruia într-un ungher al conÅŸtiinÅ£ei, ca o ruf? ud?, acolo unde, singur?, b?taia inimii era dureros de clar?.

It was jealousy. Jealousy based on imagination...

Indeed, jealousy is an animal feeling, capable even of rising to murder. There are apparently two hypotheses about jealousy: that it is a product of civilization and that it is a basic instinct of animals.

Perhaps it would be better to say that, rather than losing their passion, they had frozen it by over-idealizing it.

Whatever the result, it would surely be much better than this extraordinary three-sided relationship—this self-intoxication with jealousy that continued to grow like a cancer.

you looked back at me... With transparent nonexpression, like rays of sunlight filtering through a forest swept with the cold winds of winter.…

I wanted to get close to you, and at the same time to stay away from you. I wanted to know you, and at the same time I resisted that knowing. I wanted to look at you and at the same time felt ashamed to look. My state of suspension was such that the crevice between us grew deeper and deeper...

Mi viene in mente che non riesco a ricordare nessun preciso particolare del Suo viso. Vedo ancora soltanto come Lei si allontanò poi tra i tavolini del caffè, la Sua figura, il Suo abito.

Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.

Jolly felt salty tears on her lips, and for the first time in her life it occurred to her that sorrow tasted exactly like the sea.