Quotes About Emotions

una larga espera inerme, una espera cuya columna vertebral era el desamparo, algo muy latinoamericano, por otra parte, una sensación familiar, algo que si uno lo pensaba bien experimentaba todos los días

El dolor se acumula, decía mi amigo, eso es un hecho, y cuanto mayor sea el dolor menor es la casualidad.

a veces tenía salidas de este tipo, quiero decir que a veces parecía un niño malcriado, pero yo todo se lo perdonaba, todo lo que él hacía me parecía bien.

but inside she could feel herself starting to scream, or rather, she could feel, and see, the diving line between not-screaming and screaming. It was like opening your eyes in a cave bigger than the earth

La letteratura è una somma di vite: vissute e non vissute.

Vaudeville audiences… could give the loudest sighs I have ever heard. Prisoners in the Bastille couldn't have touched them.

Never harbor grudges; they sour your stomach and do no harm to anyone else.

The Australian is forcefully loquacious, until the moment of expressing any emotion. He is aggressively committed to equality and equal-opportunity for all men, except for black Australians. He has high assurance in anything he does combined with a gnawing lack of confidence in anything he thinks.

Is it just me, or is that guy the coolest boyfriend ever invented?" "It's not just you." And there was that same dull pain-the one I get sometimes when I see the two of them together and realize I'll never have that. I gave Amanda a smile. "He's great. I'm really happy for you." And that was a hundred percent true. But it didn't make it hurt any less.

The dreams that we have in pregnancy are tainted with the worries and joys of pregnancy and the changing roles of our lives.

Anticipating pain was like enduring it twice. Why not anticipate pleasure instead?

I lived my grief; I slept mourning and ate sorrow and drank tears. I ignored all else.

Sorrow and loss never die. We can put them away in a chest and lock it tight, but whenever it is opened, even a crack, the aroma of lost sweetness will rise to fill our lungs to heaviness.

You know what I feel for you. You have known it for years. Let us not, you and I, alone here, pretend that you don't. You know I love you. I always have. I always will

Utter loneliness was planted in me then, and sent its deep roots down into me.

Do you not see how strange and wonderful that is? That all history balances on an affair of the human heart?

That, I think, is the shock of any relationship ending. It is realizing that what is still an ongoing relationship to someone is, for the other person, something finished and done with.

Sometimes it seemed to me a cruelty that so much was unresolved between us; at other times, a blessing that a hope of reunion lingered.

Sometimes thanking someone is more important to the person giving the thanks than the one who receives it.

My perception of my life crashed from high tragedy to juvenile self-pity in a matter of moments.

I loved that man as I have loved no one else. I do not say I loved him more than I love your mother. But that the way I loved him was different. But if you have heard there was anything improper in our bond, there was not. That was not what we were to one another. What we had went beyond that.

I was almost annoyed at her for spoiling my perfectly good sulk.

Fitz: How bad is it? Nighteyes: Mind your own business. Fitz: You ARE my business. Nighteyes: Sharing pain doesn't loosen it. Fitz: I'm not sure about THAT.

I told you it was foolish. But feelings do not have to be wise. Feelings just are.