Quotes About Emotion

He buried his face in his hands and did not speak. I held him and whispered all the bits of broken comfort I could find.

Briseis," I said. "If I ever wished to take a wife, it would be you." "But you do not wish to take a wife." "No," I said, as gently as I could.

He's half of my soul, as the poets say.

Quando sorrideva, la pelle attorno ai suoi occhi si increspava come carta tenuta vicino a una fiamma.

No es una muestra de genialidad buscar un atajo al corazón?

Esas milésimas de segundo donde se encontraban la línea de nuestras miradas eran el único momento de mi jornada en que yo sentía algo: el súbito vuelco en el estómago, el flujo de la ira. Era como un pez mirando desde el anzuelo.

And as we swam, or played, or talked, a feeling would come. It was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. It was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came. But it was neither of those, buoyant where they were heavy, bright where they were dull." (pg. 48)

Every moment felt like a drop of my blood lost.

He puts a hand down, to lean against. The muscles in his arm curve softly, appearing and disappearing as he moves. His eyes are deep green on mine. My pulse jumps, for no reason I can name. He has look at me a thousand thousand times, but there is something different in this gaze, an intensity I do not know. My mouth is dry, and I can hear the sound of my throat as I swallow.

What was his best part?" "His lover, Patroclus. He didn't like me much, but then the good ones never do. Achilles went mad when he died; nearly mad, anyway.

Achille piange. Mi culla, e non mangia, non proferisce parola che non sia il mio nome. {...} Le sue lacrime cadono, ma non posso asciugarle.

Achilles returns to the tent, where my body waits. He is red and red and rust-red, up to his elbows, his knees, his neck, as if he has swum in the vast dark chambers of a heart and emerged, just now, still dripping.

He is half my soul, as the poets say>"

He didn't bother to threaten me, yet. I hated him for it. I should be worth threatening.

He was half my soul, as the poets say

But the ache for him is stronger than my anger. I want to speak of something not dead or divine. I want him to live.

Pronuncié su nombre, creo, y eso me traspasó: me quedé hueco como un bambú cortado para soplar por él. Nuestra respiración era el único indicio del transcurso del tiempo.

Achilles weeps.

Mis dedos siguieron de forma incesante el ritmo desbocado de su respiración. Sus párpados cobraron el color del cielo al romper el alba. Aquiles olía como la tierra después de la lluvia. Abrió la boca al proferir un grito inarticulado y nos estrechamos uno tan cerca del otro que sentí sobre mi piel el flujo caliente de su pasión.

This and this and this, I said to him.

I hope that Hector kills you" The breath rasps in his throat. "Do you think I do not hope the same?" he asks

No había en el mundo palabras que yo quisiera oír más que las que él se callaba

A silence, in which I felt him moving deep among his memories.

Wenn du jedes Mal eine Träne vergießt nur weil irgendwo ein Mensch stirbt, bist du in einem Monat ertrunken.