Quotes About Emotion

Another old saying is that revenge is a dish best served cold. But it feels best served piping hot, straight out of the oven of outrage. My opinion? Take care of revenge right away. Push, shove, scratch that person while they're still within arm's reach. Don't let them get away! Who knows when you'll get this opportunity again? Do you offer up a lot of opinions in this book?

It was too much, but at the time, I felt invincible.

I love you, Mindy! Mindy, look at me, believe me!" "I don't? "Why????" "Because you love me until you don't.

And when she's at the door, Mark stops her and he says, "I like you, very much. Just as you are." It's ridiculous that I love this so much. It's so simple. It's not a witty, perfectly phrased, Ephron-y declaration by our charming, neurotic hero. It's so … plain. But the idea is the most beautiful thing in the world. So, obviously, it makes me cry.

If handed an actual basketball, I would instantly cry. For me, doing sports was like meeting the Disney characters at Disney World. On TV I loved Mickey Mouse, but when I met the actual real-life Mickey, or rather his impersonator, and he tried to hug me in his warm fuzzy suit, I recoiled in fear.

Once again, a pang of conscience tweaked the skin around my eyes.

En realidad, mi verdadero problema era que nunca había estado enamorada y, por tal motivo, mi forma de bailar carecía del profundo sentimiento que sólo se consigue después de experimentar una pasión amorosa.

Passionate hatred can give meaning and purpose to an empty life.' Eric Hoffer

The drama of life begins with a wail and ends with a sigh.

Often while traveling with a camera we arrive just as the sun slips over the horizon of a moment, too late to expose film, only time enough to expose our hearts.

Cap temps no es perd, i al pou del sentiment l'aigua sempre es renova i vivifica la necessària set, el gran batec amb què el desig posa a prova la vida.

Tants de mots han perdut el pes i el gruix que ja no goso cloure els punys amb força com abans, per por de sentir tot un món que s'esmicola.

Se'm desdibuixa per l'horitzó de pluja la teva imatge, però et mantinc ben viva als dits i a la memòria.

I ara torna la lúcida tristesa, una mirada fonda i vehement que no vulnera límits i reposa en qualsevol objecte.

Vinc d'un estiu amb massa pluges, però duc foc a l'arrell de les ungles

Heu esbrinat que en un instant només pot estimar-se tant com en tota una vida.

Molt he estimat i molt estimo encara

Letting your heart break open all over again when you remember the unbearable beauty of the Beloved's in visible face.

It's sad and beautiful how a few hours can come to stand for the many others that never were. One looks back and holds up a handful of hours to prove, "That was what it was, it was so perfect," in spite of what one knows, in spite of all the other days that came before and after.

Now, I looked across the Plattsburgh train depot and swelled with indulgent love at Ev's grumpy scowl.

When you can see the beauty of a tree, then you will know what love is.

For a split second I felt as though she was nobody special in the larger scheme of my life. She was just some girl who had tied me to her leg to help her sink when she jumped off the bridge. Then I blinked and was in love with her again.

Sometimes I looked at her sleeping face, the living flesh of it, and was overwhelmed by how precarious it was to love a living thing. She could die simply from lack of water. It hardly seemed safer than falling in love with a plant.

I could not make a move without making love.