Quotes About Emotions

For a time I tried to bolster myself with anger, but my despair was too clammy and dark a thing for anger's flames to overcome.

And my father is dead. She did not speak the words aloud, but the reality of them cut her again, deeper and sharper. It seemed to her that each time she thought she had grasped the fact of his death, a few moments later it struck her again even harder.

Tu recommences à confondre l'amour et tuyauterie

I don't think any two pains are ever exactly the same, Hap. But the part about being a fool, oh, yes.

She felt silence growing in her. Sometimes it reminded her of a fast-growing ivy; silence covered her and cloaked her, and she suspected that one day she would smother in the silences Hest could create. It was an effort to break through that strangling quiet, but she did it.

Why must love cost anything? Why does need have to be mixed up with love? Why can't people be like butterflies, coming together in bright sunshine and parting while the day is still bright?' 'Because they are people, not butterflies. To pretend that people can come together, love, and then part with no pain or consequences is more false a role than pretending to be a proper Trader's daughter.

I felt unreasonably hurt at this. A dozen scathing comments went unsaid by me. He had no idea of what I had given up for him. Then the moment of anger passed and I was grateful I had not spoken. I never wanted him to know what I had sacrificed for him.

Mas acima de tudo, o estrondoso silêncio no meu coração, onde durante tanto tempo a consciência de Olhos-de-Noite fora um farol constante na minha escuridão, um calor no meu inverno, uma estrela guia na minha noite.

It was as if he were so isolated that any close contact at all became a friendship in his mind.

It's a hard way to learn, but I think that's how most of us learn about jealousy. It seems like a stupid way for anyone to feel, until someone makes you feel it.

If I gave Bee to Riddle and Nettle, I could undertake the Fool's vengeance. That traitorous thought made me want to vomit.

A moment ago you spoke of love without need. To sate your need without love is theft.

To me there was no catharsis, only an unearthing of rotting corpses of memories, a baring og still suppurating wounds.

You should have asked me! You should have asked me!" I hated the tears that suddenly flooded my eyes and how my throat closed and choked me. I didn't want to be sad. I wanted to be angry. Angry hurt less." p. 501 Bee to Fitz

Her anger was hard for me to bear, but weeping would have been worse." p. 513

As we stood together and watched our boy walk down the lane to the main road, I wondered if I had ever been so insufferably young and sure of myself, but the ache in my heart had the pleasant afterglow of pride.

It is hard for loneliness to gaze on happiness

Had she learned to feel again, only to have to feel this? Could any amount of love ever be worth the pain of losing it?

Happy comes and goes, Tats. Loving someone isn't that crazy infatuation that you feel at first. That passes. Well, not passes, but it calms down, and then sometimes, when you least expect it, you get a glimpse of the person and it all comes back again, in a big rush.

When a man's pride is all he has left, he holds it closely.

There was no hope in conversing with her when she was hungry. No matter what they discussed, it was always his fault.

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

They were all gone now, broken or taken by people who had no idea what such items represented. Let them go. She held the past in her heart, with no need of physical items to tie it down.

What are you thinking about?" Tassin asked. She spoke so softly that I replied without thinking, still staring into the fire. "That sometimes it only makes one more lonely to know that somewhere else, one's friends and family are well.