Quotes About Emotion

the scornful force of his tone turned the word into a curse

He was nodding his head, his jaw tightening and his eyes closed on the tears. "I believe you. It's okay because I understand and I believe you. You've already shown me and I believe you.

his jaw tightening and his eyes closed on the tears. "I believe you. It's okay because I understand and I believe you.

I realized that all this explained him, and it wasn't the words he said which angered me. It was only that he was so ignorant, that he knew nothing of the gypsy summer, nothing of the loss I was fighting to endure, of skylarks and splashes and petal-bearing breezes, he had not seen Leper's snails or the Charter of the Super Suicide Society; he shared nothing, knew nothing, felt nothing as Phineas had done.

Is he using terror to keep away boredom? Does he have to try to destroy something? Even as a last resort, himself?

The winter loves me," he retorted, and then, disliking the whimsical sound of that, added, "I mean as much as you can say a season can love. What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.

Wars were made by something ignorant in the human heart

uello che voglio dire è che io amo l'inverno, e quando ami qualcosa, ti ama indietro in qualsiasi modo debba amare.

tacit way in which feeling becomes stronger than thought

Everything is clearer when you're in love.

I was feeling insecure you might not love me anymore

When I cannot sing my heart, I can only speak my mind.

Love is the greatest refreshment in life.

I once had a girl, or should I say she once had me.

I wanna hold your gland.

Piensa en mí de vez en cuando, viejo amigo.

Zischeln is a useful German verb meaning "to whisper angrily.

Misophonia n. Irrational rage and terror caused by the sound of people eating.

Kummerspeck ("grief bacon") is German for the weight put on from eating too much when feeling sorry for yourself.

Schimpf-los

In its wake followed a keening sound that rose from the throats of mourners like the wind.

feeling was an integral component of the machinery of reason.

Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.

From his lips/Not words alone pleased her.