Quotes About Emotion

He watches me. It seems that he is waiting. I shift, an infinitesimal movement, towards him. It is like the leap from a waterfall. I do not know, until then, what I am going to do.

I moved straight-backed, as if a great brimming bowl rested in my hands. The dark liquid rippled as I walked, always at the point of overflow, yet never flowing.

Those half-seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that I felt anything at all. The sudden swoop of my stomach, the coursing anger. I was like a fish eyeing the hook.

I have heard,' I said, 'that many find their trust in love.

HE WEEPS as he lifts me onto our bed. My corpse sags; it is warm in the tent, and the smell will come soon. He does not seem to care. He holds me all night long, pressing my cold hands to his mouth.

those seconds, half seconds, that line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that i felt anything at all

Her black eyes seem to contract, like dying stars. "I am glad that he is dead," she says. It is the last thing she will ever say to him.

This, and this and this and this.

I could see the tug of a smile at the corner of his mouth. He was enjoying it, licking the crowd's worship off his lips.

Duydu?uma göre," dedim, "pek çok ki?i güveni a?kta buluyormu?.

El miedo era como una copa de pánico cuyo contenido se agitaba en mi interior, amenazando con verterse de un momento a otro.

Quise despertarle para verle abrir los párpados, un espectáculo del que nunca me cansaba a pesar de haberlo visto miles de veces.

No tengo otro recuerdo de mi madre y es tan perfecto que estoy casi convencido de que es fruto de mi imaginación.

I did not think-'' He could not say it, could not put all his hopes into the proper words. I did not think you could love me. I did not think I could be enough for you to stay. You are the earth, the sky, the sun and the stars and I cannot fathom all that you are, all that you mean to me.

His eyes narrowed, and I could see the reflexive 'no' in them. I would come to know this type of man, jealous of his little power, to whom I was only a woman.

Had she really thought I would not know him? I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

Those seconds, half-seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that I felt anything at all

As we swam, or played, or talked, a feeling would come. It was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising 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.

Distaste ran over her face. Her eyes were not like a human's; they were black to their center and flecked with gold. I could not bring myself to meet them.

Il n'y avait rien au monde que j'avais plus envie d'entendre que ce qu'il n'avait pas dit.

No logré darle la divinidad —dice Tetis con voz quebrada y llena de pesar. —Pero le diste la vida.

Pourtant, certains disent que les amoureux sont fous.

His voice then was like a balm upon my raw skin. I yearned for his hands, for all of him, mortal though he was, distant and dying though he would always be.

I found his hair between my fingers.