Quotes About Emotions

As long as she loved my boy, I loved her. If she broke his heart, I'd kill her with my bare hands. This seemed reasonable to me. But

Even Momma, hard-hearted as she may have seemed, felt very badly for the boys.

How Michelle spent her spare time was anybody's guess. Mostly she appeared to be marinating in a mood. "Got

had loved Daddy too much and God had punished me for it. I knew then that it was a sin to love like that—so completely. If you did, you got robbed.

Everyone was happy. That may seem to be an overly simplistic way to state the very complicated facts, but it was the truth. That happiness was so hard won. I had scars to prove it. We all did.

Life is a struggle, I would tell him. Some days are better than others, and every person's life is bittersweet, filled with joy and pain.

Funny how something that seemed so insignificant, just an old bowl with faded glazed stripes, could trigger so many memories.

I took his aftershave and cologne out of the medicine cabinet. It occurred to me that he'd been wearing these for Karen. I peed in the bathroom glass, drained the Aramis and poured urine into two of his cologne bottles. "Up yours," I said quietly. I dropped the bottles in his bag and zipped it closed.

There are seeds of self-destruction in all of us that will bare only unhappiness if allowed to grow.

Two or three things I know for sure, and one of them is the way you can both hate and love something you are not sure you understand.

For years and years, I convinced myself that I was unbreakable, an animal with an animal strength or something not human at all. Me, I told people, I take damage like a wall, a brick wall that never falls down, never feels anything, never flinches or remembers. I am one woman but I carry in my body all the stories I have ever been told, women I have known, women who have taken damage until they tell themselves they can feel no pain at all.

The desperate need to be alone with Laurel, to force truth from her, began hammering against his temples until he wanted to cry out from the pain of it.

There's nothing hard about it. But I get praised for the hardest of things I do, and I do some of the hardest of things. Things like waking up in the morning and going to sleep at night, all alone except for when I'm with someone; and it's getting harder and harder.

Not a thing had happened the way she had planned, no, not a single thing! But it seemed to her she had never been so happy in her life.

The surest route to breeding jealousy is to compare. Since jealousy comes from feeling less than another, comparisons only fan the fires.

When it comes down to it, even on the natural plane, it is much happier and more enlivening to love than to be loved.

The jealous bring down the curse they fear upon their own heads.

Today,' said Lymond, 'if you must know, I don't like living at all. But that's just immaturity boggling at the sad face of failure. Tomorrow I'll be bright as a bedbug again.

I have learned,' said Lymond, 'that kindness without love is no kindness.

What's wrong? Has Francis been rude? Then you must try to overlook it. I know you wouldn't think so, but he is thoroughly upset by Tom Erskine's death; and when Francis is troubled he doesn't show it, he just goes and makes life wretched for somebody.

Could it possibly be that he yearned for some of the same things she yearned for? Love. Someone to call your own. Someone to share the joys and the sorrows of life.

to remain alive inside was far more intricate and difficult and defeating.

my subconscious so full it must spill over

I hate him for what he's done, but I still love him for the man he was.