Quotes About Emotion

His eyes were a lot older than fifteen." Persephone Hadley(,regarding Callum McGregor)

And... well, she had done it. Just as she said she would. She felt nothing - which was good - no, which was great . You could get anything you wanted in this world if you didn't feel. It was just a shame that she couldn't feel happy about it. She would've settled for feeling satisfaction at what she'd done, but feeling nothing at all was better than feeling bad. If that was all there was, then that was all she wanted or needed

Boys don't cry but real men do.

A word Dad had used. But it was a word that had hurt my best friend. A word that was now hurting me so very, very much. I hadn't fully realized just how powerful words could be before this.

regret is an underestimated emotion that can eat away at you just as much as jealousy or anger.

If you'd slapped me or punched me or even stabbed me, sooner or later it would have stopped hurting.

I believe in the relation between photography and music; And thats my inspiration.

He had spent the winter existing, not living. Today, for the first time since the autumn, he felt glad to be alive.

To heal at all, you need first to understand what is lost and why. I know of no fast way that might be done.

Before you were born I carried you under my heart. From the moment you arrived in this world until the moment I leave it, I will always carry you in my heart.

Lucky are those that have no choice but to go on this path, but don't tell me that you are not angry.

No one forgets his pain, that's a lie. It's buried there in memory and remains in you forever.

Redheaded people can look quite strained when they are raising eyebrows that aren't really there.

Appoggiata alla mia spalla sei la mia ala destra. Come se tu spiegassi le tue tenere nere penne, m'innalzan le tue parole a un candidissimo cielo. Esultanza. Silenzio. Seduto ora al mio tavolo, mi sanguina la spalla, la tua assenza mi duole.

Desencanto Eu faço versos como quem chora De desalento... de desencanto... Fecha o meu livro, se por agora Não tens motivo nenhum de pranto. Meu verso é sangue. Volúpia ardente... Tristeza esparsa... remorso vão... Dói-me nas veias. Amargo e quente, Cai, gota a gota, do coração. E nestes versos de angústia rouca Assim dos lábios a vida corre, Deixando um acre sabor na boca. - Eu faço versos como quem morre.

NEOLOGISMO Beijo pouco, falo menos ainda. Mas invento palavras Que traduzem a ternura mais funda E mais cotidiana. Inventei, por exemplo, o verbo teadorar. Intransitivo: Teadoro, Teodora.

Eu faço versos como quem morre.

CHAMA E FUMO Amor - chama, e, depois, fumaça... Medita no que vais fazer: O fumo vem, a chama passa... Gozo cruel, ventura escassa, Dono do meu e do teu ser, Amor - chama, e, depois, fumaça... Tanto ele queima! e, por desgraça, Queimado o que melhor houver, O fumo vem, a chama passa... Paixão puríssima ou devassa, Triste ou feliz, pena ou prazer, Amor - chama, e, depois, fumaça... A cada par que a aurora enlaça, Como é pungente o entardecer! O fumo vem, a chama passa...

Es va aturar arran de taula , deixant que la sang fes el seu fet, suau, callada, i alhora misteriosament present i agradable, terriblement agradable...

La sang li circula veloç, la carn se li esponja, humida, i és arreu que se sent fràgil perquè és tota ella que l'estima.

la cara linda y alegre del muchacho en el recuerdo de la sirvientita y me digo yo: ¿qué es lo que la hace linda a una cara?, ¿por qué dan tantas ganas de acariciarla a una cara linda?

Es curioso que uno no pueda estar sin encariñarse con algo. Es como si la mente segregara sentimiento sin parar... -¿Vos creés? -... lo mismo que el estómago segrega jugo para digerir.

Qué pasa que a veces alguien dice algo y conquista para siempre a otra persona?

But you have to reason it out then and convince yourself. - Yes, but there are reasons of the heart that reason doesn't encompass.