Quotes About Emotions

Normal doesn't feel so normal to me, I tell him. It's normal to feel that way, he replies.

The people with whom you share a history: these are the people who can leave you shipwrecked and drowning.

Yenilgiye uÄŸram?? aÅŸk yine de bir hazinedir, aÅŸks?zl??? seçenler hiç zafer kazanmam?? demektir.

An old, secret pain welled up in him, begging for healing.

One day, perhaps, the world may taste the pickles of history. They may be too strong for some palates, their smell may be overpowering, tears may rise to eyes; I hope nevertheless that it will be possible to say of them that they possess the authentic taste of truth … that they are, despite everything, acts of love.

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.

Water creates love more easily than victory.

Her parents were killed in their private helicopter. An elite death but at the moment of dying we are all penniless. She never spoke of it. It would be generous to understand her behavior, willful, remote, abstract, as her way of expressing grief.

you lost parents. Your grief defines you and shuts you off from other people. That's what I think.

People can delight in the saddest of sob-stuff, as long as they find it beautiful.

The past is a broken cardboard suitcase full of photographs of things I no longer wish to see.

Things – even people – have a way of leaking into each other,' I explain, 'like flavours when you cook. Ilse Lubin's suicide, for example, leaked into old Aadam and sat there in a puddle until he saw God.

At the beginning of all love there is a private treaty each of the lovers makes with himself or herself, an agreement to set aside what is wrong with the other for the sake of what is right.

So it was that their mimic love, their love born of the memory of others, their post-love that came after, became true, authentic, a thing in and of itself, in which she almost stopped thinking about the dead

Her support warmed his heart. He loved his wife. He wondered if it would upset her if he asked her to lose a little weight.

IS IT POSSIBLE to be jealous of written words? To resent nocturnal scribblings as though they were the very flesh and blood of a sexual rival?

The people who kill your children are the people who's children were playing with your children yesterday. That's one of the most mysterious things about the 'flip' into hatred. You don't hate the people who are strangers to you because that creates a kind of indifference; you hate the people who live next door… It's a curious thing that love and hate are so closely tied together that just a flip of the coin can flip one into the other.

One day, perhaps, the world may taste the pickles of history. They may be too strong for some palates, their smell may be overpowering, tears may rise to eyes; I hope nevertheless that it will be possible to say of them that they posses the authentic taste of truth...that they are, despite everything, acts of love.

least a dozen times a day, darling,' she cried, 'we might

The heart flutters. Life damages the living. None of us are ourselves.

How deeply could she have cared for me if she could dive so swiftly into the next things? How real had it been? Such thoughts plagued me, though I knew, in my deepest heart, that this was me trying to shift the blame, and the blame could not be shifted, it rested firmly on my shoulders.—So this was

None of these adventitious mental states are the real you. You are not controlling the storm, and you are not lost in it. You are the storm.

Almost all our suffering is the product of our thoughts. We spend nearly every moment of our lives lost in thought, and hostage to the character of those thoughts. You can break this spell, but it takes training just like it takes training to defend yourself against a physical assault.

I cannot take credit for the fact that I do not have the soul of a psychopath.