Quotes About Emotions

It's true,' said Rosie. 'No one is ever only one thing. Inside one person there are so many different people, and quite often they're at war with each other, and sometimes one of them is winning, and sometimes another. We're all so hard to understand, aren't we? I don't even understand myself. It'd be so much easier to be a dog, don't you think? Or one of these donkeys? I just wish so much...

Love itself is what is left over, when being being in love has burned away.

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Voltei só para mim mesmo, muito contente de ser ainda mais infeliz do que fora, porque trouxera para a minha solidão uma nova forma de angústia e qualquer coisa que se parecia a sentimento verdadeiro.

A family is a place where a body can share the no-account things, can talk of the little matters important only to ourselves, where we can laugh and cry and tell of the day-by-day happenings and then forget them.

Women! He thought, who could ever figure them out? No matter what a man said, he was always in the wrong. There was no logic in them.

Who is to say? What is love? Perhaps for a time I loved her; perhaps in a way I love her still. Perhaps when a man has held a woman in his arms, there is a little of her with him forever

he had been so right, and she hated him for it.

You will see many women, and often you will think yourself in love, but temper passion with wisdom, my

brow. He was beginning to feel the letdown after an action, and it was too soon.

was lonely. I had to talk…to write to somebody, and there was no one." "There was. There was me.

You can marry me now and resent at leisure.

He understood it when other kids were mean to him. It didn't bother him. He simply hated them. As long as he hated them, it didn't matter what they thought of him.

It's funny how you can go from hating a girl to maybe liking her, maybe liking her a lot, just because she shows a little interest in you.

She was glad she really loved stories. Suddenly she made a face. "Oh, yuck!" she said. "What is it?" asked Mrs. Jewls. "What if I really love John, too?

The next time I get a cat, I'll kill him. Then he'll never run away," said Kathy.

It was a box of tissues.

It is impossible to describe, in words, exactly what Miss Nogard heard when she listened to Mavis's brain. Babies don't think in words. Miss Nogard heard pure love. And trust. And faith. With no words to get in the way. It was a love so strong that it dissolved away all the bitterness that had been caked around her heart.

Bad dreams are better than good dreams. When you have a bad dream, you wake up, you look around, and you say, Whew! It was only a dream. Everything is still the same as it was—wonderful! When you have a good dream, you wake up, you look around, and you say, Darn! It was only a dream. Everything is still the same as it was—rotten.

need a reason to be sad. You don't need a reason to be happy.

Lucy hugged my uncle as she gushed about how wonderful it was to see him playing bridge again. Then she got all flustered and apologetic because she had used the word see. "It's all right, Lucy," Trapp assured her. "I'm aware you have the ability to see me, even if I can't see you.

Come on, D.J. You can tell me. Why are you so happy?' D.J. looked up at him. He said, 'You need a reason to be sad. You don't need a reason to be happy.

You need a reason to be sad. You don't need a reason to be happy.

Such hours are beautiful to live, but hard to describe, so I will leave it to the imagination of my readers, merely saying that the house was full of genuine happiness.