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Emotion Quotes


"Belinda stared into the fire for some time, thinking about what she had in her life, and what she had given up; and whether it would be worse to love someone who was no longer there, or not to love someone who was."


"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."



"The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart."


"When you are unhappy, do not resist it! Let your unhappiness do its turn. After that the turn comes to the happiness!"



"She let her head fall back upon Marius' knees and her eyelids closed. He thought that poor soul had gone. Eponine lay motionless; but just when Marius supposed her for ever asleep, she slowly opened her eyes in which the gloomy deepness of death appeared, and said to him with an accent the sweetness on which already seemed to come from another world:"And then, do you know, Monsieur Marius, I believe I was a little in love with you."She essayed to smile again and expired."


"It is not wrong to feel sorry for yourself. Just like it is not wrong to sit in a puddle of water while the rain pours down on your head. But neither is productive, unless you enjoy feeling cold and miserable and soggy while mascara runs down your face."


"I wasn't pissed off, I was just robbed of most of the cocky confidence my cunningness had created."


"Romance is an illusion of love and excitement that touches our hearts and mind. It lingers in our memories like a fairy tale."


"I opened my louvres and looked at Comfort, walking in the heavy rain, crying bitterly. I heard mom saying, Anywhere you want to go, you can, but don't come back again to this house. Comfort was beautiful, but her stealing attributes brought reproach on her and painted her beauty with dark impressions. I looked at her, walking barefooted on the muddy ground congested with rain water."


"You have right to be angry, insult and slap. But later you have to forgive."



"There's something so beautiful about people who are heartbroken; they think about how they're feeling much more. I think when you're happy and when you're in love, you don't need to think about it, it's just there. Love is one of those things that is so simple, you don't need to think about it when it's good, you only need to think about it when it's bad, so when music is all that you have and you're lonely or you're missing someone and you write a song that says exactly how you feel, there is sort of a gratification you get from that, it almost helps you move on."


"Tears are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of compassion."


"Fear is the thing that makes the heart grow."


"I long for acceptance, but all I get is rejection."


"I don't smile as much as I should, even though I smile inside a lot."


"But it is in despair that the most burning pleasures occur, especially when one is all too highly conscious of the hopelessness of one's position."


"Because, he says, it hurts to think about things that you can't have or help. S'better not to think about it."


"Bitterness block the sacred blessings."



"My mother, poor fish,wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times aweek, telling me to be happy: "Henry, smile!why don't you ever smile?"and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was thesaddest smile I ever saw."


"I stare at the pile of discarded remnants and think of my mother. Did she touch that pillar there? Does her scent still linger in a fragment of glass or a splinter of wood? A terrible emptiness settles into my chest. No matter how much I go about living, there are always small reminders that make the loss fresh again."



"The worst thing," he told me,"is bitterness, people end up sobitter."


"I really am a little afraid, my dear, hinted the cherub meekly, "that you are not enjoying yourself?"On the contrary, returned Mrs. Wilfer, "quite so. Why should I not?"I thought, my dear, that perhaps your face might-""My face might be a martyrdom, but what would that import, or who should know it, if I smiled?And she did smile; manifestly freezing the blood of Mr. George Sampson by so doing. For that young gentleman, catching her smiling eye, was so very much appalled by its expression as to cast about in his thoughts concerning what he had done to bring it down upon himself."


"Anger is an indication of pain and pain is an indication of sadness that grows inward and creates a lot of discomfort."


"Loki was trying to look serious, but even so, he was smiling at the corners of his mouth. It was not a reassuring smile."


"Misery is the outcome of one's continuous negative evaluations of one's life."


"The energy contained in hatred is destructive, the energy contained in love is constructive."


"... since I was still, and must for long remain, in that period of life when one has not yet separated the fact of this sensual pleasure from the various women in whose company one has tasted it, when one has not reduced it to a general idea which makes one regard them thenceforward as the variable instruments of a pleasure that is always the same. Indeed, that pleasure does not exist, isolated and formulated in the consciousness, as the ultimate object with which one seeks a woman's company, or as the cause of the uneasiness which, in anticipation, one then feels. Hardly even does one think of oneself, but only how to escape from oneself."


"There's the risk of being loved...and that would keep me from being happy."


"Souls of love breathlessly sailTowards our time when hours failTo cope with longing here we areChasing the speed of a falling starMiles and miles fleetly we goDown to the ocean, deeper the flowWaves now know their crushing tide Splashing between joy and pride."


"Those who pretend as if they don't love you, are the ones who would hate to see you love another person."


"Horror is a shock, a time of utter blindness. Horror lacks every hint of beauty. All we can see is the piercing light of an unknown event awaiting us. Sadness, on the other hand, assumes we are in the know... The light of horror thus lost its harshness, and the world was bathed in a gentle, bluish light that actually beautified it."
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