Quotes About Emotion

she said and gives me this look you'd think she was dying for a shite but was holding it in.

Le donne romantiche, riflettei: non pensano mai al male che fanno in quella loro forsennata ricerca di esperienze forti. In quella loro infatuazione per la libertà.!

Il essayait vainement de se rappeler dans quel livre était écrit que chaque première rencontre est une blessure.

I recognized one of the qualities I most admired in my wife: the beautiful big handwriting of the illiterate that she was. Darling,

Y si la felicidad consistía en esa embriaguez pasajera que experimentaba aquella tarde, entonces, por primera vez en mi vida, era feliz

Mas parece que o que nos impulsiona de uma hora para outra a uma fuga é um dia frio e cinzento, que aumenta nossa solidão, que nos faz sentir com mais força que algo vai explodir.

Mais il semble que ce qui vous pousse brusquement à la fugue, c'est un jour de froid et de grisaille qui vous rend encore plus vive la solitude et vous fait sentir encore plus fort qu'un étau se resserre.

Non ero veramente me stessa se non nel momento in cui fuggivo. Gli unici bei ricordi che ho sono ricordi di fughe vere e proprie o di scappatelle da casa.

In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel, my boy, is a rare gift indeed.

Ow, Todd? Ow?

And then his noise falls completely silent- And he stops struggling- And looking right into my eyes- He dies. My Todd dies.

You notice that he does not ask, Where am I?" says the Mayor's voice, moving out there, somewhere. "His first words are, Where is she? And his Noise says the same. Interesting.

You love him," he says. Not an asking, just a fact. "I do," I say. Also a fact.

And a part of you wished it would just end, said the monster, even if it meant losing her.

And it hurts her, but it's an okay hurt, but it hurts still, but it's good, but it hurts.

More real , more there , like it's just the most incredible thing in the world that we're both still alive and I feel my chest get all funny and tight and I think, Here she is, right here, my Viola, she came for me, she's here- And I find myself thinking how I want to take her hand again and never let it go, to feel the skin of it, the warmth of it, hold it tight against my own hand...

I remember the ache I used to feel when she got too close, how it felt like grief, how it felt like a loss, like I was falling, falling into nothing, how it clenched me up and made me want to weep, made me actually weep.

TODD!" I yell again and I reach him and his Noise opens even farther and wraps around me like a blanket and I'm grabbing him to me, grabbing him to me like I'll never let him go and he calls out in pain but his other arm is grabbing me back - "I thought you were dead," he's saying, his breath on my neck. "I thought you were dead." "Todd," I say and I'm crying and the only thing I can say is his name. "Todd.

She looks at me. She does. She.

Mikey," she says, but not like she's about to say anything more, just like she's identifying me, making a place for me here that's mine to exist in. I want her so much, my heart feels heavy, like I'm grieving. Is this what they meant about that stomach feeling? They didn't say it felt this sad.

It's love. But it's a different kind," "Doesn't make it any less love, though.

Her love for me made me as tall as the mountains

And I kiss him. And it feels like, finally.

Cept for Ben, who I can't describe much further without seeming soft and stupid and like a boy, so I won't, just to say that I never knew my pa, but if you woke up one day and had a choice of picking one from a selecshun, if someone said, here, then, boy, pick who you want, then Ben wouldn't be the worst choice you could make that morning.