Quotes About Emotion

She poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit.

But this had been a sin of passion, not of principle, nor even purpose.

A forced smile is uglier than a frown.

Be it sin or no, I hate the man!

By all appreciable signs, they loved; they had looked love, with eyes that conveyed the holy secret from the depths of one soul into the depths of the other, as if it were too sacred to be whispered by the way; they had even spoken love, in those gushes of passion when their spirits darted forth in articulated breath, like tongues of long-hidden flame; and yet there had been no seal of lips, no clasp of hands, nor any slightest caress, such as love claims and hallows.

I'm as provocative of tears as an onion!

Next to the lightest heart, the heaviest is apt to be most playful.

let her cover the mark as she will, the pang of it will always be in her heart

Laughter, when out of place, mistimed, or bursting forth from a disordered state of feeling, may be the most terrible modulation of the human voice.

A stale article, if you did it in a good, warm, sunny smile will go off better than a fresh one that you've scowled upon.

he seemed to be in quest for mental food, not heart sustenance.

Una strana fatalità sembra costringere ogni essere umano ad aggirarsi, simile ad un fantasma, nei luoghi dove qualche grave avvenimento ha lasciato un profondo solco nella vita di lui; e codesta fatalità è tanto più inesorabile, quanto più quel solco sia di tristezza e di dolore.

Love must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance that it overflows upon the outward world.

Mother, said little Pearl, the sunshine does not love you. It runs away and hides itself, because it is afraid of something on your bosom. Now, see! There it is, playing a good way off. Stand you here, and let me run and catch it.

Sería un curioso tema de investigación y observación el de si, en el fondo, el amor y el odio no son la misma cosa. Ambos hacen que un individuo dependa de otro en lo que se refiere al alimento de su espíritu; ambos dejan, al amante apasionado o, igualmente, al que odia con pasión, desoladamente solitario cuando su objeto desaparece.

Ar trebui s? se cutremure acei b?rbaÈ›i care, luând o femeie de soÈ›ie, nu-i cuceresc întreaga pasiune din inim?!

More than once, he had cleared his throat, and drawn in the long, deep, and tremulous breath, which, when sent forth again, would come burdened with the black secret of his soul.

No hay una sola puntada en esa letra bordada que no haya sentido en su corazón.

She wanted--what some people want throughout life--a grief that should deeply touch her, and thus humanise and make her capable of sympathy.

He was too calm and cool an observer. Phoebe felt his eye, often; his heart, seldom or never.

Ahora, si tu aliento es por fortuna tan fatal para nosotros como para todos los demás, unamos nuestros labios en un beso de odio inexpresable, ¡y muramos así!

Habría querido ser amada, no temida - murmuró Beatrice, desplomándose en el suelo-. Pero ahora y no importa.

They had looked love with eyes that conveyed the holy secret from the depths of one soul into the depths of the other, as if it were too sacred to be whispered.

But whether he was happy or not was hard to say. Probably he was neither, just as a plant is neither.