Quotes About Emotions

It was a terrible division, to feel such need for someone, and yet angry that need existed.

The knowledge that he had left me with no intent ever to return had come over me in tiny droplets of realization spread over the years. And each droplet of comprehension brought its own small measure of hurt.

That no man can truly imagine being happy and that's why happiness isn't for sale here.

You steal the now of my life away, when you constantly fear that tomorrow will bring my death. Your fears clutch cold at me and snatch all my pleasure in the day's warmth from me.

if something made a man feel bad then he must determine what about it troubled him, and eliminate that. Simply to suffer the discomforts of guilt did not indicate a man had improved himself, only that he suspected he harbored a fault.

Words do not contain or define any person. A heart can, if it is willing.

And for that rush of fury? Time. Time passing with no one trying to hurt you or kill you will lessen that reaction.

Does anything feel worse than being angry with people you love?" "P. 307: Fitz to Chade

Thoughts were too fast for words and too complex. There was too much to say, more than anyone could ever say in a lifetime about even the simplest things.

Some people say there is relief in the sharing of cares and pains. To me there was no catharsis, only an unearthing of rotting corpses of memories, a baring of still suppurating wounds.

Worrying doesn't solve anything. I know that. In one way I know it but in another it seems wrong. It seems that if I don't think about all the things that hurt, all the things I've done wrong, then I don't really care.

Men deny animals have feelings and thoughts for one basic reason: so they won't feel guilty about what they do to them.

So grief has always seemed to me, a time of waiting not for the hurt to pass, but to become accustomed to it.

The betrayal of a friend differs from the treachery of a lover only in the degree of pain, not the kind.

I was confused, thinking that my pain and my loss were one and the same thing, whereas one was but a symptom of the other.

But these things that had happened, and these feelings he now experienced were not faults to be conquered. He could not deny the feelings, nor should he try to change them. "Accept and grow," he reminded himself, and felt the pain ease. Wintrow went to pack a change of clothes.

Feelings don't have to be wise, they just are.

Could any amount of love ever be worth the pain of losing it?

I lied to hurt you. For letting him be dead while you lived. For being loved by him more than he loved me! He loved you more than he ever loved any of the rest of us!

It is difficult to insult the man you don't speak to.

I could do as my father did: that is, lift my eyes and meet her gaze and let nothing of what I was thinking show in my face.

It was not that these emotions were unworthy or inappropriate; it was simply that they were wasted upon the man.

Why had Althea's crazed words affected Etta like this? Then the answer came to him: she was pregnant. Women always behaved strangely when they were pregnant.

But if she let go of her anger, all that would remain was grief and pain. Anger was easier. Anger could be focused outward. Grief corroded from within.