Quotes About Emotion

For her the magic was not what words had been, but what they were capable of: their ability to sketch, with one sweeping brushstroke, the contours of an experience, the form of a feeling.

He has almost forgotten what it felt like. To touch her. To be forgiven even just this much

His skin feels too small for his thoughts.

You'll always be sad about this. But it doesn't mean that you made the wrong choice. It's just something that you have to carry.

More than once she'd seen Pearl lean over carelessly to fix Moody's collar; just the other day, she'd seen Moody reach out to pluck a wayward leaf from Pearl's hair with such tenderness that she could call it nothing other than love.

If she cries . . . it won't be tears. It will be little drops of blood.

Years of yearning had made her sensitive, the way a starving dog twitches its nostrils at the faintest scent of food. She could not mistake it. She recognized it at once: love, one-way deep adoration that bounced off and did not bounce back; careful, quiet love that didn't care and went on anyway.

e pegou no diário que a mãe lhe dera no Natal. Até que enfim acontecera algo importante, algo que devia registar. Mas não sabia como explicar o que se passara, como tudo mudara num único dia, como alguém que amava tanto podia estar ali num minuto e, no minuto seguinte ter desaparecido.

He wanted to twine himself in the tiny curlicues of her handwriting.

Era impossível equivocar-se. Reconheceu-o de imediato: amor, uma adoração não correspondida que saltava mas não ressaltava; amor cauteloso e plácido que não se importava e prosseguia de qualquer forma. Era demasiado familiar para a surpreender. De dentro dela, algo se esticou e envolveu Jack como um xaile, mas ele não reparou.

Love, Hannah decided, would be sweet, like her mother's perfume, and soft as marshmallows.

I will perform My Heart Will Go On for the rest of my life and it will always remain a very emotional experience for me.

For me, singing was real life, not two plus two equals four.

Maybe she was making a mountain out of her mother.

Ac? haf?zay? çatlat?yor. Ve buharla??yor hat?ralar.

?ngiliz hodgâmd?r, heyecans?zd?r. Bir millet de?il, bir y???n. Y???n? kolayca kand?rabilirsiniz, duygular? hiçbir temele dayanmaz. Y???n dü?ünmez, mâruz kal?r. Nezleye yakalan?r gibi tutulur bir fikre. Ate?i yükselince arslanla??r, nöbet geçince her mukaddesi unutuverir. Büyük bir milletin duygular? ölçülü, düzenli, devaml?d?r.

si era fermata e si era messa a piangere perché dormire era una stupidaggine e rubava tempo all'allegria.

Comportamentul ideal se naÅŸte din deplina indiferen??.Poate c? tocmai de aceea iubim întodeauna cu încrâncenare pe acela care ne întoarce spatele

Oysa herkes öldürür sevdiÄŸi ÅŸeyi, Bu herkesçe biline. Kimi sert bir bak??la yapar bunu, Kimi övücü sözlerle.

E scriverò per te, per il tuo ricordo straziante, pochi versi dolenti che tu non leggerai più. Ma a me staranno atroci, inchiodati nel cuore per sempre.»

Tutto questo fa schifo. Non parole. A gesture. Non scriverò più. --- All this disgusts. Without words. A gesture. I will not write more.

o femeie care pretuieste mai mult decat barbatul cu care traieste este o mare nefericita.

Consequently they demand of their beloved the same intensity of thought as they have for her, otherwise they feel betrayed.

Art is whether or not there is a scream in him wanting to get out in a special way.