Quotes About Emotions

Our fans are really passionate and really protective of the characters on the show. That's just a testament to them, that kind of reaction.

People want chat histories. They're a permanent testimony of a relationship.

My assistants will bear testimony to the fact that I am a very angry man.

Being a new mum at whatever age is testing and I think I've forgotten what it feels like.

Every time you cuddle with your children, you're likely to be driving down your testosterone.

Sure, spending most of your time with attractive men who are all catches is great... but you can imagine how all that testosterone can overwhelm a gal.

I'm quite testosterone intolerant, I just don't like it.

Most kids here could kill you in two seconds flat, me included. Bruce is hilarious. He acts all macho, but he's a total baby sometimes. After he finished basic training and got his grey shirt he heard all the little red shirt kids were going on an Easter egg hunt. They wouldn't let him go so he burst into tears. He laid in his room and cried for like, three hours.

As he choked back more tears, James realised that every time he lashed out it was him that got hurt most.

It was always the same: in the ring you wanted to kill someone, but once you got out you were mates again.

His heartbeat was all over the place and there was a two-thousand-voice choir in his head screaming you just had sex!

love must be regarded as one of the religious and dangerous experiences, because it lifts people out of the arms of reason and sets them afloat with no ground under their feet.

The feeling of not being understood and of not understanding the world is no mere accompaniment of first passion, but its sole non-accidental cause. And the passion itself is a panic-stricken flight in which being together with the other means only a doubled solitude.

For friends and lovers are quick to wound, quicker than strangers, even; the heart that opens itself to the world, opens itself to sorrow.

I take it you're going." "Of course. Do you want to come with me?" She looked at him steadily. "If you hadn't shown me the telegram, I would have thrown the teapot at you. If you hadn't asked me to come, I would have thrown the teapot and the milk jug." "Lucky I did then," he said, smiling.

You realize, of course, that this is the first time we've been separated since we were married." "I do. But it won't be for long." He kissed her, closed the carriage door and, as it moved off, signaled to a waiting four-wheeler.

I stayed there until the fire died. So it would not have to die alone.

The man placed my mother on the counter. I'd selected an urn that could easily be confused for a Chinese vase, but I no longer appreciated that. When I saw it now I thought, This thing is so ugly, and if I screw off the top I will hear my mother scream.

I'm not one of these guys who's constantly in a relationship, not at all.

I hate auditioning. I just can't do it. I get so nervous, like cripplingly nervous. I'm bad at them, and I feel awful afterward.

including Francis Hutcheson, Adam Smith, and popularizers such as Archibald Alison, elaborating on sensibility and

I guess what I'm saying is that people who don't have nightmares don't have dreams.

How do poems grow? They grow out of your life.

the air so still it aches like the place where the tooth was on the morning after you've been to the dentist or aches like your heart in the bosom when you stand on the street corner waiting for the light to change and happen to recollect how things once were and how they might have been yet if what happened had not happened.