Quotes About Emotions

My heart cracked like a doll-dish...

I am never sane, you know -

It was pretty rocky last month but I didn't want to depress you with my depressions. I lack contentment. No. I lack a mother.

You care and it's all over the place.

You care and its all over the place.

Turn wounds into words

Everyone in me is a bird I am beating all my wings

A poem might be defined as thinking about feelings - about human feelings and frailties.

Yes, I do often write poems from the mind, but I hope I don't ignore feelings and emotions.

The best thing to do if you start thinking such things (falling in love) is to lie down and wait for it to pass. It always does.

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen nor even touched, but just felt in the heart.

We all like stories that make us cry. It's so nice to feel sad when you've nothing in particular to feel sad about.

It is not how much you love someone, but who you are when you are with him.

It's like the grief has been covered over with some kind of blanket. It's still there, but the sharpest edges are .. muffled, sort of. Then, ever now and then, I lift the corner of the blanket just to check, and .. whoa! Like a knife! I'm not sure that will ever change.

People imagine that missing a loved one works kind of like missing cigarettes,' he said. 'The first day is really hard but the next day is less hard and so forth, easier and easier the longer you go on. But instead it's like missing water. Every day, you notice the person's absence more.

It snowed right before Jack stopped talking to Hazel, fluffy white flakes big enough to show their crystal architecture, like perfect geometric poems.

The words kept coming and he could not stop them, not while Callie was standing there so indecipherably, and so he was going to keep talking until he used up all the words there were and then no one would be able to talk to anyone else anymore and then all anyone would have left were one another's unintelligible faces, and maybe some weird gesturing, too, and it would be all Oscar's fault.

Hazel could not explain that she had forgotten, that there was Jack and soul-sucking villains, and sometimes you are too scratchy to remember the things you are supposed to do, even if you do feel really bad about it later.

Oscar did not know what he was supposed to be feeling right now, what all the adults behind him would be expecting him to feel. He did not even know what he was, in fact, feeling. Except, whatever it was, it was a lot. Too much. More than bodies could hold.

Hazel shrugged. She heard Bobby's voice in her head and wondered why it was she who was not allowed to hurt anyone.

How she hated the weakness of her human heart.

She did not like seeing her loved ones like this, bent over with sorrow; everything in her wanted to cry out, to thrash and scream at the sight of it. But she knew that great grief came from great love, and that their grief was an honor to her. And she did love them so very much.

You can't just pull anger out of a hat and make it work for you. You have to feel bad first. You always have to suffer

ALL OF US are afraid sometimes, that's human. When our life is ruled by fear, that's obsession.