Quotes About Emotion

Exact, chiar asta voiam s?-È›i spun! EÈ™ti ca un poet simbolist dep??it de epoc?. Din crâmpeie de È™tiin?? tu vrei s? faci cuvintele unui cântec, dar È™tiinÈ›a nu ofer? simboluri pentru sentimentele unei femei.

Animalele nu sunt lipsite de sentimente… Dac? n-aÈ™ avea lâng? mine ceva viu, care s? se miÈ™te, n-aÈ™ putea suporta singur?tatea.

Su angustia no era común a todas las mujeres en el acto de la entrega. Y con ella ocurrió solamente en aquella única vez. El hilo de plata estaba cortado, la taza de oro destruida.

Se preguntó si era su juventud y su inocencia lo que habían dado tanta intensidad a ese amor. Quizás eso explicara su pasión ciega e insaciable. Cuando en un espasmo mordía el hombro de Oki, ni siguiera advertía la sangre que manaba de la herida.

A no ser por la mirada melancólica de sus ojos, cuando pensaba en Oki, nadie habría advertido su tristeza. Y hasta esa ocasional sombra sólo contribuía a acentuar su belleza.

Nothing is so strange when one is in love.

In the darkness, warmed by the boy beside me, I gave myself up to my tears. It was as though my head had tumed to cleiir water, it was falling pleasantly away drop by drop; soon nothing would remain.

It was such a beautiful voice that it struck one as sad. In all its high resonance it seemed to come echoing back across the snowy night.

Su voz era tan dulce que daba tristeza que reverberara en la noche helada.

I know a man who photographed the view he saw from the window of the room where he made love and not the face of the woman he loved there.

Look, just as time isn't inside clocks love isn't inside bodies: bodies only tell the love.

The memory of my father is wrapped up in white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day of work. Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits out of his hat, he drew love from his small body.

Like a butcher sharpening knife on knife I sharpen heart on heart inside me.

Tape the sound of the moon fading at dawn. Give it to your mother to listen to when she's in sorrow.

Mirror becomes a razor when it's broken. A stick becomes a flute when it's loved.

Art is my life and my life is art.

I wonder what sound a breaking heart makes?

C'est cela l'amour, non? Avouer là où l'on hésite, là où on faiblit.

Then he gave her a kiss on the forehead that felt like a baptism and she wept like a baby.

The object of the passion is just an accessory to the passion itself.

Happiness is not an absolute value. It is a state of comparison.

Perhaps sex isn't of the body at all. Perhaps it is a function of language.

When the male organ of a man stands erect, two thirds of his intelect go away. And one third of his religion.

He did not consider if or how or why he loved them. They were just love: they were the first evidence he ever had of love, and they would be the last confirmation of love when everything else fell away.