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Emotion Quotes


"The diabolical thing about melancholy is not that it makes you ill but that it makes you conceited and shortsighted; yes almost arrogant. You lapse into bad taste, thinking of yourself as Heine's Atlas, whose shoulders support all the world's puzzles and agonies, as if thousands, lost in the same maze, did not endure the same agonies."


"He stood up straight and looked the world squarely in the fields and hills. To add weight to his words he stuck the rabbit bone in his hair. He spread his arm out wide. "I will go mad!" he annouced."


"The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of because words diminish your feelings - words shrink things that seem timeless when they are in your head to no more than living size when they are brought out."



"For Beatrice, when we first met, I was lonely, and you were pretty.Now I am pretty lonely."



"A child cannot quarrel with its elders, as I had done, cannot give its furious feelings uncontrolled play, as I had given mine, without experiencing afterwards the pang of remorse and the chill of reaction. A ridge of lighted heath, alive, glancing, devouring, would have been a meet emblem of my mind when I accused and menaced Mrs. Reed: the same ridge, black and blasted after the flames are dead, would have represented as meetly my subsequent condition."


"How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it's just words."


"Fuck, Christina."Yes, fuck Christina. I think she'd like that."


"Everybody's heart is open you know when they have recently escaped from severe pain or are recovering the blessing of health."


"I dined with Legrandin on the terrace of his house by moonlight. "There is a charming quality, is there not," he said to me, "in this silence; for hearts that are wounded, as mine is, a novelist whom you will read in time to come asserts that there is no remedy but silence and shadow. And you see this, my boy, there comes in all our lives a time, towards which you still have far to go, when the weary eyes can endure but one kind of light, the light which a fine evening like this prepares for us in the stillroom for darkness, when the ears can listen to no music save what the moonlight breathes through the flute of silence."



"For a moment his eyes locked onto me with an intensity that left me breathless."


"While you're deep in something, you never say or do what you need to. It's always after the fact, when it's too late, that you realize what you should've said or done."


"Whatever you had -- I don't know what it was, and that's fine. But it must not be easy for you. You miss him, and that's okay. But you have to figure that if it's too much hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go."


"We ask only to be reassuredAbout the noises in the cellarAnd the window that should not have been open."



"There's nothing worse than waiting and not knowing what'll happen to you. Your own imagination can be crueler than any captor."


"Her weakness was aggressive and kept forcing him to capitulate until eventually he lost his strength and was transformed into the rabbit in her arms ."


"No man can be merry unless he is serious."


"I AM ALWAYS ALONE. BUT JUST NOW I WANT TO BE ALONE BY MYSELF."


"I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death."


"It is the same in life; the heart changes, and that is our worst misfortune; but we learn of it only from reading or by imagination; for in reality its alteration, like that of certain natural phenomena, is so gradual that, even if we are able to distinguish, successively, each of its different states, we are still spared the actual sensation of change.Lygiai taip gyvenime keiAiasi ir mA«sA3 A¡irdis, ir tai skaudA3⁄4iausia; taAiau patiriame ta skausma tik skaitydami knygas, vaizduotA-je; tikrovA-je jos keitimasis, kaip ir kai kuriA3 gamtos reiA¡kiniA3 vyksmas yra toks lA-tas, kad nors ir galime konstatuoti kiekviena atskira bA«sena, paties keitimosi pajusti nepajA-giame."


"To smile sincerely is acceptable after making mistakes " that is the best way to feel cheerful and repeat the same mistakes."


"Tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play- I tell you, Dorian, that it is on things like these that our lives depend."


"In the case of the solitary, his seclusion, even when it is absolute and ends only with life itself, has often as its primary cause a disordered love of the crowd, which so far overruled every other feeling that, not being able to win, when he goes out, the admiration of his hall-porter, of the passers-by, of the cabman whom he hails, he prefers not to be seen by them at all, and with that object abandons every activity that would oblige him to go out of doors."


"One can find so many pains when the rain is falling."


"My heart is crushed, my knees are weakened. My tears drench my pillow, my tears flood my bed every night. Do you know how much I miss you father of my children."


"She looked up at him and her face was pale and austere in the uplight and her eyes lost in their darkly shadowed hollows save only for the glint of them and he could see her throat move in the light and he saw in her face and in her figure something he'd not seen before and the name of that thing was sorrow."


"Hatred comes from the heart contempt from the head and neither feeling is quite within our control."


"Songs are as sad as the listener."


"A torpid heart in agony needs a pen to bleed."


"From the photo albums, every single print of her had been peeled away. Shots of the both of us together had been cut, the parts with her neatly trimmed away, leaving my image behind. Photos of me alone or of mountains and rivers and deer and cats were left intact. Three albums rendered into a revised past. It was as if I'd been alone at birth, alone all my days, and would continue alone."


"It wasn't that she was sad-sadness had very little to do with it, really, considering that most of the time, she felt close to nothing at all. Feeling required nerves, connections, sensory input. The only thing she felt was numb. And tired. Yes, she very frequently felt tired."


"We are certainly descendents of the sea for our tears are salted and when we shed them on the jowl of time, the sea that has always been within us flows on our face."
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