Quotes About Emotion

Hacía avanzar la canción despacio, pero no pesadamente. La tocaba con la lentitud de un beso lujurioso. Y no es que en esa época de mi vida yo supiera mucho de besos. Pero viéndola allí de pie, con los brazos alrededor del arpa, concentrada, con los ojos entrecerrados y los labios ligeramente fruncidos, supe que quería que algún día me besaran con ese cuidado lento y deliberado.

La música siempre ha sido el mejor remedio para mis bajones de ánimo

Les mots sont les ombres pâlies de noms oubliés. De même que les noms, les mots ont aussi un pouvoir. Les mots peuvent allumer des incendies dans l'esprit des hommes. Les mots peuvent tirer les larmes des cœurs les plus endurcis. Il y a les sept mots qui rendront une femme amoureuse de toi. Il y a les dix mots qui réduiront à néant la volonté d'un homme fort. Mais un mot n'est rien d'autre que la peinture d'un feu. Un nom, c'est le feu lui-même.

She was a wicked thing sometimes. All full of want. As if the shape of the world depended on her mood. As if she were important

Es evidente que entiendes el Lethani -repuso Vashet-. Está enraizado dentro de ti. Demasiado hondo para que lo veas. A veces ocurre lo mismo con el amor.

Creedme: Esos hombres no saben nada del amor.

Let me say this. It was worth the whole awful, irritating time spent searching the Archives just to watch that moment happen. It was worth blood and the fear of death to see her fall in love with him. Just a little. Just the first faint breath of love, so light she probably didn't notice it herself.

She didn't fall, but oh, her heart went icy in her chest. She sat down hard upon the steps. Too numb to walk. Her heart was cold and white as chalk.

I was so deeply in the music that I couldn't have told you where it stopped and my blood began.

when she felt around inside herself she found she had no crying left. She was full of broken glass and burrs.

Como ya he dicho, existe una gran diferencia entre ser valiente y no tener miedo.

La dulce sonrisa de una mujer joven: no hay nada mejor en el mundo. Es más valiosa que la sal. Sin ella, algo enferma y muere dentro de nosotros.

We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love.

A silent bell that struck out love.

I should have been bolder and kissed her at the end. I should have been more cautious. I had talked too much. I ha said too little.

She didn't scowl exactly, but it looked like she was getting all the pieces of a scowl together in one place, just in case she needed them in a hurry.

words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.

She stamped her foot. She hoped the greedy thing shit for a week. She hoped it shit its awful self inside-out and backward, then fell into a crack and lost its name and died alone and hollow-empty in the angry dark.

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. Stanchion

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.

He just says out loud what other folk keep in the quiet of their hearts.

One story even mentioned rainbows. Who would write that? Why make a child terrified of rainbows?

No puedo creerlo. Me mentiste. ¡A mí! Kote suspiró y subió pesadamente la escalera. —¿Estás enfadado porque te he mentido, o porque no me has pillado mintiéndote? —preguntó.

Steal me, she had said. I should have been bolder and kissed her at the end. I should have been more cautious. I had talked too much. I had said too little.