Quotes About Emotions

my throat. A seeping warmth that made my restless limbs and racing brain slow, steady, quiet. Alcohol is my first love and most abusive relationship. All else has paled in comparison. Even my love for Paul.

If you hoard other people's tragedies, does that make your own easier to bear?

What is it about returning to my mother's house that immediately turns me into a five-year-old?

Typically, the louder a voice gets, the bigger the knot in my gut grows. So I have to turn my heart and mind toward our Heavenly Father and ask, "Is this pit in my stomach about today or is it about what already happened in the past or about what I'm afraid might happen in the future?

She was touchy. Maybe that time of the month, but he didn't dare suggest it. She might come unglued and go all ape-shit on him and accuse him of not being PC.

Your a lying bastard who only cares about his own damned hide, so just leave me the hell alone! ~ Eve

That guilt is a jealous lover.

The human memory is such a cruel, frustrating thing, the way it just discards things without asking permission, precious things.

Babies did that to you: they pinned you down in the moment at precisely the same time as hurtling you into the future and hitching you back to the past.

ISABEL: Sorry I missed my session Monday. DR. RUSH: Would you like to tell me why? ISABEL: I was depressed. DR. RUSH: That's a good reason to come to therapy.

I'm sorry you're angry is NOT an apology.

Whoa, whoa!" he says as he sits up in bed. "You're beautiful. There is no ugly now. And I'm sure there was no ugly then. It was only how you felt when you were sick. I can understand that. But I can also assure you that you have never been ugly. There is only beauty here.

It's always best to avoid strangling the person you're on a date with. No matter how crazy he makes you.

You can give a person a hundred reasons not to love someone, but when it's too late, it's too late.

People lose people. I don't know why we're all so damned careless. ...there's someone somewhere wondering where and why they lose them.

Anger surges in me and I stand up. You have no right - He's on his feet towering over me. What if I want to have a right?

You told me I was making you crazy last night, he reminds me, drawing me out of my thoughts, back to a present I'm uncertain of. You are, Chris. Well, you are making me crazy, too. Is this supposed to be making me feel better?

I need him to know that I want to understand him because he matters, because we matter. Because life made me believe that what is blossoming between us wasn't possible, but maybe, just maybe, it is.

I have learned that the love a mother has for her child is unique among human emotions. Every mother knows this insticntively, but that doesn't mean it doesn't need articulating.

Great griefs are mute.

That's what books do, isn't it? That's why I love to read. They bring us closer to ourselves.

If I'm yelling at you, you know I love you. Because I want your chest to keep going up and down, whether you're my daughter or my mother. Or whether I'm your daughter or your mother. It's all the same emotion, which is worry. Or love!

I've learned that you don't stop loving someone just because they die. And you don't stop loving someone who's dead just because you start loving someone else. I know this violates the natural law that two things can't occupy the same place at the same time, but that's never been true of the human heart anyway.

I know that people get angry and I'm generally a fan of emotions. And to be real, it makes great television. A debate where everybody is yelling at each other is totally fun to watch. Until you realize that's how we choose a president.