Quotes About Emotions

She had lived long enough to learn that families didn't dissolve or reconfigure neatly, but left debris lying everywhere, and it was human debris. And sometimes, like tonight, she felt as if she were tripping over the bodies.

That's grief, man. It gets in you. Your body carries it. It's embedded.

Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways. —Sigmund Freud

Tears came to my eyes and grief ambushed me, as if it had been lying in wait all along.

Her heart felt happy and full, and that was how she learned that love warms the heart when it is given, regardless of whether it is received.

she knew from her practice that kids who felt terrible about their parents somehow ended up feeling terrible about themselves.

It is not your memories which haunt you. It is not what you have written down. It is what you have forgotten, what you must forget. What you must go on forgetting all your life. —JAMES FENTON, "A German Requiem

her gratitude didn't show. "Well, here's what I did yesterday, from noon

little fucker!" Star shouted at

didn't get to live the full life she deserved. Our feelings were bittersweet, all the time. I was hoping that someday, there would be more sweetness than bitterness

Her house is the nest where she hides the joy, laughter, sorrows, and regrets of her life.

You are not being punished for your anger. You're being punished by your anger.

All these types of love come out of duty, respect, and gratitude. Most of them, as the women in my county know, are sources of sadness, rupture, and brutality.

It's said that great sorrow is no more than a reflection of one's capacity for great joy.

You're leaving, she said, rising to her feet. I knew it was coming. How? I'm your mother. You're the breath of my lungs and the beat of my heart. I know you very well.

Poetry is on earth to make you serene, not corrupt your mind, thoughts,or emotions

I saw that deep-heart love meant loving someone in spite of and because of his limitations.

Gone were my girlish ideas about romantic love and my later ideas about sexual love. From Yi, I learned to appreciate deep-heart love.

Women live quietly, I said. However angry or broken a woman might get, she does not think about beating someone, does she?

maybe writing doesn't require sacrifice. Maybe it's a gift to experience emotions through our brushes, ink, and paper. I wrote out sorrow, fear, and hate. You wrote desire, joy, and love. We paid a heavy price for speaking our minds, for revealing our hearts, for trying to create, but it was worth it, wasn't it, daughter?

You can love your mother, and she still might leave you. You can love or hate the sea, but it will always be there. Forever. The sea has been the center of her life. It has nurtured her and stolen from her, but it has never left.

Blessings and worry, happiness and fear – this is a mother's love.

La felicità nasce dalla sofferenza, è questo ho intuito.

It was easier for me to begin picking at Snow Flower's faults than to feel the emotions raging inside of me.