Quotes About Emotion

Why was the host (victim predestined) sad? He wished that a tale of a deed should be told of a deed not by him should by him not be told.

What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say good night and then his mother put her face down. That was to kiss. His mother put her lips on his cheek; her lips were soft and they wetted his cheek; and they made a tiny little noise: kiss. Why did people do that with their two faces?

Oh rocks!' says Molly Bloom, drumming her fingers in impatience. 'Tell us in plain words.

All my senses seemed to desire to veil themselves and, feeling that I was about to slip from them, I pressed the palms of my hands together until they trembled, murmuring: "O love! O love!" many times.

He could have flung his arms about her hips and held her still, for his arms were trembling with desire to seize her and only the stress of his nails against the palms of his hands held the wild impulse of his body in check.

My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.

If my Spreadeagles Wasn't so Tight I'd Loosen my Cursits on that Bunch of Maggiestraps...

A way a lone a last a loved a long the—

He had spoken himself into boldness. Stephen, shielding the gaping wounds which the words had left in his heart, said very coldly: --I am not thinking of the offence to my mother.

It made me sad to see your eyes. I cannot say why.

Was it right to kiss his mother or wrong to kiss his mother? What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say goodnight and then his mother put her face down. That was to kiss. His mother put her lips on his cheek; her lips were soft and they wetted his cheek; and they made a tiny little noise: kiss. Why did people do that with their two faces?

The ree the ra the ree the ra the roo. Lord, I mustn't lilt here.

He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place. (...) He wanted to cry.

You bore me away, framed me in oak and tinsel, set me above your marriage couch. Unseen, one summer eve, you kissed me in four places. And with loving pencil you shaded my eyes, my bosom and my shame.

Like distant music these words that he had written years before were borne towards him from the past.

Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was a melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation and simple joy.

All Day I Hear the Noise of Waters All day I hear the noise of waters Making moan, Sad as the sea-bird is when, going Forth alone, He hears the winds cry to the water's Monotone. The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing Where I go. I hear the noise of many waters Far below. All day, all night, I hear them flowing To and fro.

All the seas of the world tumbled about her heart. He was drawing her into them: he would drown her.

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Tell me. Tell me with your eyes.

This is the very worst hour of the day. Vitality. Dull, gloomy : hate this hour. Feel as if I had been eaten and spewed.

L'amor matris, genitivo, soggettivo e accusativo, è probabilmente l'unica cosa vera della vita. La paternità può essere una finzione legale.

He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place." ? James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

No human being has ever stood so close to my soul as you stand.