Quotes About Emotions

didn't exist. Maybe, like her, Barry was scared, and sick of feeling like death could come at any time. Maybe

Over time, she'd come to believe that the only true emotional infirmity was denial; once a thing was accepted, it could be met without fear. She wished she could tell him that it was no weakness

Bleeding hearts were the easiest to confuse.

Love is taking chances when every rational part of you screams, 'Don't risk it.' Because it's only when your heart has been ripped open that you get a chance to find the one person capable of making it whole.

He stared past her to the place at the other end of the dining table where Regina would sit as his wife. If she were here. If he hadn't driven her away. "I'm not sure I know how to love, Louisa." She took his hand. "Don't be silly. Loving is easy. It's finding someone to love you back that's hard.

What are you doing here? she asked. You forgot something when you left Halstead Hall, he said hoarsely. What? Her heart lept into her throat as he strode purposefully toward her. Me.

The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart.

And I have come to see that the better you treat someone, the more you love them – which is why you must never let someone treat you badly, for the worse they do to you, the more they will hate you. I

without great wisdom and strength humankind should pray to be spared the experience of love.

Age and disease and death may destroy our physical being but it is other people who get inside us and damage our hearts and minds. The Other Side of You

It's funny how you imagine loving someone is enough to make them believe you love them. Thomas to Elizabeth, The Other Side of You

This is how we are: we fall in love with each other's strengths, but love deepens towards permanence when we fall in love with each other's weaknesses.

If love is a yearning to be like (even to become) the beloved, then hatred, it must be said, can be engendered by the same ambition, when it cannot be fulfilled.

In the end, rage, no matter how profoundly justified, destroys the enraged. Just as we are created anew by what we love, so we are reduced and unmade by what we hate.

Maybe unhappiness is the continuum through which a human life moves, and joy just a series of blips, of islands in the stream.

She saw him fracture into rainbow colors through the prism of her love.

Sometimes, people trying to commit suicide manage it in a manner that leaves them breathless with astonishment.

We fell into the love that had been lying beneath our love like water below ice, and understood that while we had been having a lot of fun together we had only been skating on the surface, and now we were in as deep as we could go.

Love, my child, is a thing that every mother learns; it is not born with a baby, but made; and for eleven years, I have learned to love you as my son.

He needed her so badly, to reassure himself of his own existence, that he never comprehended the desperation in her dazzling, permanent smile, the terror in the brightness with which she faced the world, or the reasons why she hid when she couldn't manage to beam... every moment she spent in the world was full of panic, so she smiled and smiled and maybe once a week she locked the door and shook and felt like a husk, like an empty peanut-shell, a monkey without a nut.

In the end, rage, no matter how profoundly justified, destroys the enraged. Just as we are created anew by what we love, so we are reduced and unmade by what we hate. - Salman Rushdie, Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights.

Is it possible to be jealous of written words?

love is an emotion that recognizes itself in others.

India's head ached. Insomnia was still her most attentive, cruelest lover, demanding and possessing her selfishly whenever it chose to do so. Light-heartedness was beyond her today. A man of middling quality was trying to marry her, and there was something wrong with her father's voice on the phone.