Quotes About Emotion

Were I to fall in love, indeed, it would be a different thing; but I have never been in love; it is not my way, or my nature; and I do not think I ever shall.

She felt depressed beyond anything she had ever known before.

probabil si ea il iubea putin, cu toate ca fusese absolut hotarata sa nu se intample asta

As a daughter she hoped she was not without heart.

Dragostea lor nu se putea sfarsi decat in prietenie.

We certainly do not forget you as soon as you forget us. It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit.

In spite of all her faults she knew she was dear to him; might she not say, very dear?

nu cred ca pot trai intre oameni care nu iubesc muzica. Nu pun nicio alta conditie, dar, pentru mine, fara muzica viata nu ar avea culoare.

Ah, iata, iar ma gandesc la el. Intotdeauna prima persoana la care ma gandesc! Cum ma mai prind asupra faptului!

If I loved you any less, I could talk about it more

As these considerations occurred to her in painful succession, she wept for him, more than for herself.

He must love somebody.

When we say art is unpractical, we mean that art is cut loose from immediate action.

I guess the depth of our grief is a reminder of the depth of our love.

You don't really get over it. It is such a great loss," Jane said. "I guess the depth of our grief is a reminder of the depth of our love.

Yes, I've found that stories reach the heart better than any facts or figures.

I need a wife." Marjorie sat back down, her knees giving out from under her, unable to stop the audible gasp that escaped her mouth. "Not you, you ninny." Even though marriage to him was the last thing she wanted, Marjorie couldn't help but be slightly insulted by this last.

Alcohol made me beautiful in a way I never felt the rest of the time.

I believed our touching to be more intense because of it's very holding back. Belief is always a choice.

I suppose you can't help who you fancy, can you? And that was the bottom line, I fancied Nick. Fancied him more than I'd fancied anyone in years, and somehow, when someone gives you that tingly feeling in the pit of your stomach, you stop thinking about the rights and wrongs, the shoulds and should nots, and you just go with it.

Jealousy is a horrible emotion, envy even worse. * * * Cat likes to think of herself as a nice person. But right now she is sitting in the back of a taxi snarling every time she thinks of Louise, and the glory now being heaped upon her since she got an exclusive interview with Polly Goldman, in which the soap star talked about her drug bust. "Louise isn't even a bloody news journalist," Cat mutters to herself, as the cabby

Jealousy is a horrible emotion, envy even worse.

there is no use explaining that you have to learn where your pain is. You have to burrow down and find the wound, and if the burden of it is too terrible to shoulder you have to shout it out; you have to shout for help. My trust, even down in that dark place I carry, is that some person will come running. And then finally the way through grief is grieving, rolling over so the tears can drip out of your ears and settling in for a long sleep.

I didn't know how to tell him that I hadn't lost the instinct to survive and yet at the same time I didn't feel much need for self-preservation, that somehow there was a distinction between the two.