Quotes About Emotions

As she walked home that night, she was shaking from the largeness of it. I didn't know why she seemed so sad and happy at the same time. To love someone was not what she had expected. It was like falling from somewhere high up and breaking in half, and only one person having the secret to the puzzle of putting her back together.

It was almost as if he was giving her his silence, so that all of her anger had a place to go.

I've made a discovery, and it's that grief isn't like sadness at all. Sadness is only something that's part of you. Grief becomes you, it wraps you up and changes you and makes everything--every little thing--different than it was before. I remember the me before we got the telegram saying he was gone, but it's like I'm remembering someone else. It feels like an earthquake has gone through me...

I guess people are right when they say that time helps grief. I don't agree that it heals, but maybe it wraps our losses up deeper and deeper inside so we can get on with being alive.

I've never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn't seem broken at all.

It is just that she was fifteen once for the first time, and Peter walked across her heart, and left his footprints there.

I'm not myself," she offered . . . He smiled. "You can never say that. You're just a piece of yourself right now that you don't like.

No one seemed to notice that Pine Sap had taken his life into his hands by holding hers.

I knew them almost as well as she did, because watching him love Tiger Lily was better than not watching him at all.

I can't take another parade where everything centers on the dead and we all act as though we may as well be dead too, even though we're not.

Lily?" she whispered. Lily didn't move. "Can I tell you something?" Lilly breathed deeply, clearly asleep. "I think all my life my heart's been broken," Adri whispered, "and I didn't even notice. And I don't even know by what.

To Gracie, May this diary be big enough to contain your restless heart.

You'd be good at being angry," he said. "You'd get it right.

Slightly said I was having "lady's hysterics". One of the twins mentioned something he'd heard about women going crazy twelve times a year.

Tiger Lily, you know Moon Eye isn't for me." "She is," Tiger Lily said. "She's like me. They're two different things. You're …" He swallowed. "You're everything to me. You know that. Don't pretend that you don't." She

Here's a thing or two I've learned about memories. They are like seeds; love can grow from them. They look different depending on the day when they are remembered. They are slippery, malleable things, apt to be altered. They can be clutched too tightly. Their absence can cause fractures that run deep between people, towns, whole countries. They are meant sometimes, to be let go.

I'm not myself', she offered guiltily. ... He smiled. 'You can never say that. You're just a piece of yourself right now that you don't like.

Tufty, a recently arrived border terrier, jumped up on her lap, licking her face. Leeda pulled him close, suddenly, and held him, sinking her face into his ears, feeling the warmth of his body against hers, feeling guilty that he wasn't Barky but also feeling happy that he was there. She couldn't imagine holding another person that way. It was love at its simplest.

Our bodies have a mechanism to get rid of things that are toxic. Tears are how we purge toxins from the soul.

You know, the mind is a remarkable thing. Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting. It scars all the time, but it heals.

I, um, I have this problem. I broke up with my boyfriend, you see. And I'm pretty upset about it, so I wanted to talk to my best friend. [...] The thing is, they're both you.

You know someone's right for you when the things they don't have to say are even more important than the things they do.

words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.

How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turnec the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, bus as long as Em was with him, he was at home?