Quotes About Emotion

Ah! si tu savais Ce que tes yeux me disent

I've been working like a machine, and feeling like a lost soul.

I shall die. I must die. I cannot be so unhappy, and live.

Everything that has ever happened to me is still all with me.

Melancholy, I repeated. I liked the way it sounded, like there was music hidden somewhere inside it. Kate Di Camillo, Because of Winn Dixie

But answer me this: how can a story end happily if there is no love?

It is a horrible, terrible thing, the worst thing, to watch somebody you love die right in front of you and not be able to do nothing about it.

Forgiveness, reader, is, I think, something very much like hope and love - a powerful, wonderful thing. And a ridiculous thing, too.

And hope is like love...a ridiculous, wonderful, powerful thing.

It was a singular sensation to be held so gently and yet so fiercely, to be stared down at with so much love.

Like most hearts, it was complicated, shaded with dark and dappled with light.

I have learned how to love. And it's a terrible thing. I'm broken. My heart is broken. Help me.

Despereaux, she whispered. And then she shouted it, Despereaux! Reader, nothing is sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name. Nothing.

Longing is not always a reciprocal thing.

Love!' said the princess. She stamped her foot. 'Why must everyone always speak of love?

He was weeping. Although 'weeping' really is to small a word for the activity the kind had undertaken. Tears were cascading from his eyes. A small puddle had formed at his feet. I am not exaggerating. The king, it seemed, was intent on crying himself a river.

There is somebody who loves me, said Despereaux. And I love her and that is the only thing that matters to me.

He was agitated for some reason that he could not name. (page 35)

Bagaimana cerita bisa berakhir bahagia kalau tidak ada cinta?

Edward was the lone contrarian. He prided himself on not hoping, on not allowing his heart to lift inside of him. He prided himself on keeping his heart silent, immobile, closed tight.

I have been loved, Edward told the stars.

Hope is like love...a ridiculous, wonderful, powerful thing.

At the last moment, Antoinette came out of her faint and shouted one word to her child. That word, reader, was adieu... Adieu is the French word for farewell. "Farewell" is not the word you would like to hear from your mother as you are being led to the dungeon by two oversize mice in black hoods... "Farewell" is a word that, in any language, is full of sorrow. It is a word that promises absolutely nothing.

Sometimes the pain in her heart made her feel too terrified to go on. Sometimes it made her want to drop to her knees. But then she would remember that she had a plan.