Quotes About Emotions

Grievous words stir up anger.

Men let women down. Over and over again. I'ts what they're programmed to do.

Maybe superficial is exactly what I want right now. If you don't talk about anything that matters, no one can say anything that'll hurt you--and you don't have to talk about the things that are eating away at you from the inside.

It would be a shame if you were killed. I should be very sorry. I know I wouldn't like it to happen to me.

It was a sad tune," Eilonwy said. "But the odd thing about it is, you don't mind the sadness. It's like feeling better after you've had a good cry. It made me think of the sea again, though I haven't been there since I was a little girl.

Today, many adults are finding it necessary to move to the margins of traditional Christian orthodoxy in order to rediscover a genuine faith—one that is much more than words and beliefs, one that can never be adequately expressed in words, one that is the positive response of the whole person to life, that involves the emotions and the will just as much as the mind.

Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole world was crying.

It's hard to give up the being together with someone.

They have never known pain, he thought. The realization made him feel desperately lonely.

It is so good to have friends who understand how there is a time for crying and a time for laughing, and that sometimes the two are very close together.

The worse part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.

And you know what, Thin Elderly? Sad parts are important. If I ever get to train a new young dreamgiver, that's one of the things I'll teach: that you must include the sad parts, because they are part of the story, and they have to be part of the dreams.

He found that he was often angry, now: irrationally angry at his groupmates, that they were satisfied with their lives which had none of the vibrance his own was taking on. And he was angry at himself, that he could not change that for them.

No one else seemed to feel this kind of passionate attachment to other humans. Not to a newchild, not to a spouse, or a coworker, or friend. She had not felt it toward her own parents or brother. But now, toward this wobbly, drooling toddler—

I have learned over the course of my many years that it is a bad idea, usually, to investigate piteous weeping but always a fine thing to look into a giggle.

It's just that...without the memories, it's all meaningless.

The Giver laughed, then Jonah, too, chuckled reluctantly.

It's hard to leave the only place you've known.

I left home at the correct time but when I was riding along near the hatchery, the crew was separating some salmon, I guess I just got distraught, watching them.

The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.

It was because someone who was a real friend was having the exact same feelings I was having, about something that was more important to me than anything else. I bet there are people who go through a whole life and never experience that.

We're so accustomed to laughing. It's harder for us when the time comes that we can't laugh.

Squalor has nothing to do with money. Squalor happens when people are sad. And

A teenage girl wrote that she had been considering suicide until she read The Giver.