Quotes About Emotion

To truly hate is an art one learns with time.

Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink.

Man...heats up like a lightbulb: red hot in the twinkling of an eye and cold again in a flash. The female, on the other hand...heats up like an iron. Slowly, over a low heat, like tasty stew. But then, once she has heated up, there's no stopping her.

Few things leave a deeper mark on the reader, than the first book that finds its way to his heart.

It's a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind.

It's curious how easy it is to tell a piece of paper what you don't dare say to someone's face.

Alguien dijo que una vez que en el momento en que te paras a pensar si quieres a alguien, ya has dejado de quererle para siempre.

You women listen more to your heart and less to all the nonsense. That's why you live longer.

Everything is a tale, Martin. What we believe, what we know, what we remember, even what we dream. Everything is a story, a narrative, a sequence of events with characters communicating an emotional content. We only accept as true what can be narrated.

We think we understand a song's lyrics but what makes us believe in them, or not, is the music

I prefer you like this, when you're in a foul mood, because you tell the truth.

Max had once read in one of his father's books that some childhood images become engraved in the mind like photographs, like scenes you can return to again and again and will always remember, no matter how much time goes by.

We looked at each other in the half-light, searching for words that didn't exist.

You only love truly once in your lifetime, even if you aren't always aware of it.

Se bebe para recordar y se escribe para olvidar.» —A

Vous avez du poison au coeur, mademoiselle.

As he took them in his arms, the crying of the babies permeated the night like a trail of blood calling out to a predator.

Few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds it's way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory...

The same thing that had happened with the flowers was happening with my longing: once I held it in my hands, I didn't know where to put it.

Milyen érdekes, hogy az ember oly könnyen kiönti a szívét egy darab papírnak, miközben szemtÅ'l szemben megszólalni sem mer.

Few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory

In the end, I think that's what matters, that he's truly a good person and that he's real. That he's someone you can hold on to on a cold winter's night and who knows how to make you feel warm inside.

He loved her with all his soul, but in his own way, which was the correct way.

When we stand in front of a coffin, we all see only what is good or what we want to see.