Quotes About Emotion

She was touched by his delicacy, by the way he stared fiercely at his sheet of paper, perhaps trying to hear in advance his poem through her ears.

Nel suo sguardo, c'è un mondo d'amore. Amo il mondo!

I, o Bože, voleo sam i ja nju. Bez obzira na to koliko sam mislio na Klarisu, u se?anju ili o?ekivanju, to što sam je doživeo ponovo, osetio i ?uo, ona neosporna ljubav koja je strujala izme?u nas, to zapravo životinjsko prisustvo, uvek bi me, mada poznato, uzdrmalo kao neo?ekivano.

The truth is, we love each other, we've never stopped, we're obsessed. And we failed to do a thing with it. We couldn't make a life. We couldn't give up the love, but we wouldn't bend to its power.

Que los filósofos de la ciencia se engañen creyendo lo contrario, pero la física estaba exenta de contaminación humana, describía un mundo que existiría igual si no existieran los hombres y las mujeres y todas sus tristezas.

En cet instant qui s'étiolait, il découvrit qu'il n'avait jamais éprouvé de haine envers quiconque jusqu'ici. C'était un sentiment aussi pur que l'amour, mais exempt de passion et d'une rationnalité glacée.

All day long, she realized, she had been feeling strange, and seeing strangely, as though everything was already long in the past, made more vivid by posthumous ironies she could not quite grasp.

What tended to happen, to Colin and Mary at least, was that subjects were not explored so much as defensively reiterated, or forced into elaborate irrelevancies, and suffused with irritability.

He was discovering that being in love was not a steady state, but a matter of fresh surges or waves.

The abandonment was delicious. Something was pouring out of him, through his palm and into hers; something was spreading back up his arm, across his chest, constricting his throat. His only thought was a repetition: so this is it, it's like this, so this is it …

If she went, what was he going to do with all these loving facts, these torturing details? If she wasn't with him, how would he bear all this knowledge of her alone? The force of these considerations drove the words out of them, they came as easily as breath. I love you, he said.

Here was a surprise, a love affair, an affair of love, as he entered his seventies.

As he looked at her, he saw the martyr's blood pouring forth in a stream between them, a stream that no human being could ford.

La posverdad supone también la relativización de lo cierto, la intrascendencia de la objetividad de los datos, y la supremacía del discurso emotivo.

He bared his teeth in a happy feral grin. My own personal psycho.

I've read your summary. And? It's not incompetent. Be still, my heart, so I don't faint from such faint phrase. Did you expect it to be written in crayon?

Cute. I think I would prefer to be stabbed in the eye rather than be called cute.

Anger - a better alternative to caffeine.

The sound of my name in his voice stopped me in midturn. I don't know how the hell he did it, but whenever he said my name, it cut through all other distractions and made me pause, as if he'd clenched me to him and kissed me.

Since when do you give a crap about my welfare anyway? I think you're confused as to the nature of our relationship. You and I, we don't get along. You're a psychopathic control freak. You order me around and I want to kill you. I'm a pigheaded insubordinate ass. I drive you mad and you want to strangle me. Once! I did it once! Once was plenty. The point is, we don't play nice. We- He jerked his arms out from under my knees, pulled me to him, oblivious to the dagger, and kissed me.

Please relay my greetings to the Beast Lord, I said. I appreciate his willingness to alter his extremely busy schedule and make and appearance. Curran show no emotion. No gloating, no anger, nothing at all. Jim looked at me, looked at Curran, looked back at me again. Kate says hi, he said finally. I'm ecstatic, Curran said.

Living in your dreams meant bitter disappointment when you woke up.

Do you ever think of anything but sex?" "Yes, I do. Sometimes I think of waking up next to you. Or making you laugh.

Humans tend to segregate the world: enemies on one side, friends on the other. Friends are the people we know. Enemies are the Other. You can do just about anything to the Other. It doesn't matter if this Other is actually guilty of any crimes, because it is a matter of emotion, not logic. You see angry people aren't interested in justice, they just want an excuse to vent their rage.