Quotes About Emotion

Tempi reached out and gripped my shoulder firmly. Then he looked up, met my eye, and held it for a brief moment. Such a rarity for him. He gave a small, quiet smile. "Proud," he said.

Eres muy bueno. Creo que prefiero que me llames Denna. Cuando tú lo dices suena diferente. Dulce.

After a moment he reached out and brushed the unruly red hair back from his face, like a mother would with a sleeping child. Then he began to sing softly, the tune lilting and strange, almost a lullaby:

Se ve que yo no me enamoraré.

She caught a piece of my smile and shone it back at me.

And we sang! Her voice like burning silver, my voice an echoing answer. Savien sang solid, powerful lines, like branches of a rock-old oak, all the while Aloine was like a nightingale, moving in darting circles around the proud limbs of it.

I couldn't stand being near music and not be a part of it. It was like watching the woman you love bedding down with another man. No. Not really. It was like. . .

Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woeful small targets. Music touches their hearts directly no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens.

It was baffling. These creatures. The were fraught and frayed win their desire. A snake would never poison itself, but these folk made an art of it. They wrapped themselves in fears and wept at being blind. It was infuriating. It was enough to break a heart.

Aún notaba el temblor de su corazón, como un pájaro enjaulado batiendo las alas contra mi pecho.

A recuperar lo q deje guardado en el baul de la indiferencia

Eres mi penique reluciente en la cuneta. Vales más que la sal o que la luna de una larga noche de caminata. Eres un vino dulce en mi boca, una canción en mi garganta, y la risa en mi corazón.

Meu coração é feito de material mais forte do que o vidro.

Las palabras tienen que encontrar la mente de un hombre si pretenden llegar a su corazón.

Increíble -dijo Wilem, maravillado-. El todopoderoso Kvothe, vencido por una mujer.

what does that matter when it comes to matters of the heart? We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.

La miré con intención de decir algo ingenioso, alguna de todas aquellas frases que había pensado la noche anterior. Pero cuando vi sus ojos, las palabras me abandonaron. Me quedé maravillado, no sé cuánto rato. Durante un largo momento fui completamente suyo...

Las cartas por sí solas no pueden conquistar el amor de una mujer.

Never quenched. Though I am doused in you, I burn.

For all that, she lacked your fire.

There is some truth in that. Absence feeds affection.

Chronicler 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.

My fingers darted, then danced, then flew. I played hard as a hailstorm, like a hammer beating brass. I played soft as sun on autumn wheat, gentle as a single stirring leaf.

A veces era muy mala. Estaba llena de necesidad. Como si la forma del mundo dependiera de su estado de ánimo. Como si ella tuviera alguna importancia.