Quotes About Emotion

Ba?ka türlü hissetseydim ölmü?tüm ?imdi. Ayr?ca, kaç kere tavan aras?na ç?kmay? içimden geçirdim. Hele kendini öldürdü?ünü duysayd?m, muhakkak ç?kard?m. Darg?n oldu?umuza filan bakmazd?m.

?yi, iyi; bunlar?n hepsini Hüsamettin Albay?ma söylerim. Mezar ta??ma yazd?ramam ya bu kadar ?eyi. Söyle evlad?m, diye teselli ederdi annem beni.Söyle de içine hicran olmas?n.Hicran oldu anne.

?nsan hayata dönünce önce korkular? ya??yor.

Duygular?n? saklamaya çal??acak kadar e?itimden geçmemi?.

Annem, benim ölümden korktu?umu bilirdi; bunu bildi?i halde gene de ölmü?tü.

Sonra ne olmu?tu? Sonra... buradas?n ya... bu evde. Demek sonra hiçbir ?ey olmad? onunla ilgili. Ne kötü, ne de iyi bir ?ey: Demek ki hiçbir ?ey. Ama bunu hissetmedim; geçi?ler öyle sezdirmeden oldu ki... Hay?r, dü?üncelerin kar??t?; basit anlam?yla sözlerin... Bununla ne ilgisi var? Fakat ben... ondan kaçarken, nas?l oldu da birden ba??m? çevirip bu resmi çektirdim? Hep böyle mi durdum resimlerde?

There is no dignity in a crying toothpick.

I hate it when people tell me how I am doing. Why are you here I aasked. Nice to see you too he smiled. I brought you something. He handed me the small stuffed koala. I thought it might keep you company. Thanks I said embarrassed. I can't wait to introduce him to all my other stuffed animals at home.

Enjoy Mr. Binkers," he added. "As soon as you leave I'm going to hug him," I said.

Love is the soul giggling.

Why, flowers are violent, cruel, terrible, splendid...like love.

I was thinking of love,' I replied in a tone of reproach, 'and here you are talking to me again—forever—about torture!' 'Doubtless! since it's the same thing—

murder is born of love and love attains the greatest intensity in murder

C'est que les grands assassins ont toujours été des amoureux terribles... Leur puissance génésique correspond à leur puissance criminelle... Ils aiment comme ils tuent!

Et ce souvenir brusquement évoqué met un nuage de mélancolie dans la gaîté de ce joli matin.

I can't unfind you," he said.

Remembering wasn't safe. You could lose your mind, remembering.

Pleasure is rare, pain is plentiful, and, delusional or not, it hurts like hell.

I was always a doubter when it came to religion. How irrational of me, then, to love a zealot. But then, both love and zealotry are irrational states of mind.

When vision fails Direction is lost. When direction is lost Purpose may be forgotten. When purpose is forgotten Emotion rules alone. When emotion rules alone, Destruction…destruction.

When vision fails Direction is lost. When direction is lost Purpose may be forgotten. When purpose is forgotten Emotion rules alone. When emotion rules alone, Destruction…destruction. F

L'avevo sentito morire e non ero morta. Avevo sentito il suo dolore come se fosse un essere umano, la sua vita divampare e spegnersi, eppure ero ancora viva.

Naturally, trouble makes for greater drama than does happiness, and it asks more in the way of human response

I get a lot of grief that doesn't belong to me, and that isn't real. But it hurts.