Quotes About Emotion

Viajé, amé, perdí, confié y me traicionaron...

The sweet smile of a young woman. There is nothing better in the world. It is worth more than salt. Something in us sickens and dies without it. I am sure of this. Such a simple thing. How strange. How wonderful and strange.

I love her more than just a little. I think it's because we're both somewhat broken, in our own odd ways. More importantly, we're both aware of it.

Her name was like an echo of an ache in her.

This is the nature of love." Vashet said. "To attempt to describe it will drive a woman mad. This is what keeps poets scribbling endlessly away. If one could pin it to paper all complete, the others would lay down their pens. But it cannot be done.

unwise love is the truest love.

As he continued to load the barrow, he moved slower and slower, like a machine winding down. Eventually he stopped completely and stood for a long minute, still as stone. Only then did his composure break. And even with no one there to see, he hid his face in his hands and wept quietly, his body wracked with wave on wave of heavy, silent sobs.

So we rode in silence. It was nice just being near her. You wouldn't think a girl in bandages with a blackened eye could be beautiful, but Denna was. Lovely as the moon: not flawless, perhaps, but perfect.

The gesture was so tight with rage she feared she'd snap and crack the world in two.

He felt himself go cold as he suddenly realized what a dangerous game he was playing. So this is the difference between telling a story and being in one, he thought numbly, the fear.

Me miras con esos ojos verdes como si yo significara algo. No me importa que tengas cosas mejores que hacer. Me conformo con tenerte a veces. De vez en cuando. Sé que puedo considerarme afortunada por eso, por tenerte aunque solo sea un poco.

Love is such a thing. You have knowledge of what it is, but it defies careful explication." "Love is a subtle concept," I admitted. "It's elusive, like justice, but it can be defined.

Poetry is a song without music. A song without music is like a body without a soul.

Entonces me sonrió. Era una sonrisa dulce, cariñosa y tímida, como una flor que se abre. Era cordial, sincera y ligeramente turbada.

Then, eyes closed, she brushed the smooth side of it soft across her lips. It was a tender, thoughtful motion. It was nothing like a kiss.

I wish I felt as calm as I look

No me acuerdo del último verso. ¡Qué poco me gusta la poesía! ¿Cómo puede uno recordar las palabras sin música?

La música existe para cuando nos fallan las palabras. (Kvothe)

But only a fool claims there is no such thing as love. When you see two young ones taring at each other with dewy eyes, there it is. So thick you can spread it on your brread and eat it. When you see a mother with her child, you see love. When you feel it roil in your belly, you know what it is. Even if you cannot give voice to it in words.

Besides, anger can keep you warm at night, and wounded pride can spur a man to wondrous things.

si vuelves a decirme una frase de siete palabras, me desmayo. (Denna)

Luego toqué la canción que se esconde en el centro de mí. Esa música sin letra que recorre los rincones secretos de mi corazón. La toqué con cuidado, desgranando las notas lenta y suvamente en el oscuro silencio nocturno. Me gustaría poder decir que es una canción alegre, que es dulce y animada, pero no lo es.

Las palabras no siempre pueden hacer el trabajo para el que las necesitamos. La música existe para cuando nos fallan las palabras

El amor es ciego, y sordomudo.