Quotes About Emotions

have since come to know that many men always see another's good fortune as a slight to themselves.

I didn't want to be sad. I wanted to be angry. Angry hurt less.

A veces resulta más fácil desclavar un cuchillo de un hombre que pedirle que perdone tus palabras. Aunque esas palabras hayan nacido de la rabia.

This is a day for things to break, he thought. My heart. The fellowship of the folk who had come here together. We all move apart from one another today.

Somewhere beneath the tides of those superficial emotions she knew the cold deep current of her grief sought to pull her down and drown her.

when I became sad, I was prone to wallow in grief, piling up my woes and sprawling on them like a dragon on a hoard.

Had he ever truly cared about our friendship? There are always those dark thoughts, I must believe, when a deep friendship ends so abruptly. But every wound becomes a scar, eventually. That one would never entirely ceased being tender, but I learn to live with it.

I have known beauties and joys that tried my heart's strength as surely as the tragedies and uglinesses have

All memories are connected, and like a man's skin, they can heal. In time, left to themselves, those memories would have stopped hurting you. You may someday wish you could call up that pain.

You should know by now how easy it is to lose a person just by letting someone walk away from you.

Sometimes it seems worrying is something I feel like I have to do, that maybe worrying about them actually keeps them alive and real

Tinha andado a manter um silêncio amuado para com ele, esperando avidamente que me perguntasse que bicho me tinha mordido. O problema era que ele não o fazia. Haverá alguma coisa mais provocadora do que esperar que alguém comece uma discussão?

Amber?" he said pleadingly. His voice went high on her name and broke, as it sometimes did when he was afraid. "Are you taking my beads away?

Estamos aqui', respondi, e soltei uma gargalhada. Nunca pensara que a ira e o desespero pudessem fazer um homem rir.

His father and his sister had both deliberately attempted to wound him, and he had let them succeed. But those 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 (WIntrow) reminded himself, and felt the pain ease." p. 107

Fitz, you are angry. I can feel it like storm waves lashing my shores.

When you speak in riddles, it exasperates me. Yet when you try to speak clearly of yourself, it frightens me.

I'd never been so hurt, and I couldn't tell if it was what he had said or how I had reacted to it. Stupid boy. Of course I'd get angry and demand to know who had said such horrid things.

I do not think you should be alone with this sort of grief. But he was wrong. Grief makes its own solitude, and I knew that I must endure it.

If she could make them both irritated with her, chances are they would commiserate with each other. So it had always worked when they were boys.

It is possible to be homesick for a time and lonely for the only other person to recall it.

What I said to you earlier, I was angry, I was..." "Right on target." The sound he made might have been a laugh, if not so freighted with bitterness. "Only in the way that people who know one another best know how to hurt one another best," I pleaded.

Perhaps to another man it would have been obvious. Leave old pains alone. When they cease coming to call, do not invite them back.

You've learned to guard your thoughts so well, you're almost afraid to let yourself know what they are.