Quotes About Emotions

There was, Julia Prescott decided, only the finest razor-edge between depression and despair. Depression had been constant for weeks, familiar, creeping up on her like a prowler in tennis shoes. But despair was the dreaded spectre behind the closed door, springing forth just when you least expected it. ['Through the Eyes of Love']

The more tenuous the ties that hold us together, the easier it is to say goodbye. [Julia, 'Harbour of Love']

She stared at him, accepting for the first time the fact that personal tragedy is just that. Personal. Your own existence could fall to pieces but that did not mean that the rest of the world necessarily knew about it, or even bothered.

I can't deal with hidden undertows or unspoken feelings.

What do you suppose their

But did she read to Cara, the books that Cara loved? The Borrowers and The Railway Children and every word of The Secret Garden.) Did she love the children, or simply possess them?

cuckold. I am a cuckold. I have been cuckolded.

She always answered the questions in a vague fashion, partly because she didn't want to discuss the matter, and partly because she didn't know exactly how she did feel. Only that she had known, always, that life would be like this, because this was how it was for every British India family, and the children absorbed and accepted the fact that, from an early age, long separations and partings would, eventually, be inevitable.

And she [Joanna Crayshaw] had discovered that if you were safe and happy and loved, it became easy to laugh at yourself. ['A Place Like Home']

Life is just a series of good-byes, isn't it? People move in and out of our lives, they go on to new places, sometimes they die.

Moss, you—you look wonderful!" Amanda told him, wondering if her eyes were giving away her feelings. Her emotions were now more confused than ever. Sitting across from her was not only a man she already knew to be brave and skillful, a man of strength and experience, but also a very, very handsome man, who she suspected was also very lonely.

Sometimes the sorrow deep inside can slowly kill as surely as disease or hunger.

Y se hubiera creído que eran sollozos los espasmos repentinos que sacudían el pecho de aquellas mujeres si sus pupilas, tercamente fijas en el altar, no estuvieran veladas

Y Rominka, al arrancarse la costra de sus pecados, lloraba. Porque duele quedar desnudo.

La imaginación, lo que tú llamas la mentira, no es menos real porque no pueda verse. Nuestras pasiones ocultas, nuestras emociones ambiguas, nuestras preferencias inexplicables; de eso trata la verdadera verdad.

If u cant tell how u feel now and hold on to that than your left not knowing what could have happened. Dont wait and be too late let yourself out now.

Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?

towards Irma, seemingly burning or giving away every last item that had belonged to him?

Although Emilie Perle had schooled him well in how to love without being loved in return, he could now see how this state of lovelessness had made him obsessive in his quest for superficial order and control.

She'd told Gustav never to cry. But it seemed that this rule didn't apply to her, because there were times, late at night, when Gustav would creep out of his room to find Emilie weeping over the pages of the Matzlingerzeitung. At these moments, her breath often smelled of aniseed and she would be clutching a glass clouded with yellow liquid, and Gustav felt afraid of these things - of her aniseed breath and the dirty glass and his mother's tears.

Armin feel very ashamed. Ashamed of the banking system. Ashamed of Switzerland. These are terrible, unpatriotic things to feel. And I wonder if it isn't this shame which has allowed his illness in.

The emphasis on empathy accomplishes several significant goals in view of a posthuman theory of subjectivity. Firstly, it reappraises communication as an evolutionary tool. Secondly, it identifies in emotions, rather than in reason, the key to consciousness.

The past was filling the room like a tide of whispers.

We merged our lonelinesses once again, in something less than love but sweeter than self. I didn't get home to West Los Angeles after all.