Quotes About Emotions

In losing a friend, she is reminded of all she has lost and all she stands to lose again. There is nothing to be done to make it any easier. We all grieve alone.

I know who you are in your heart,' Andres said. 'That's all that matters.' And that was it. That was the moment. Now I knew how I would feel if I ever lost him. That was how you knew love. My mother had told me that. All you had to do was imagine your life without the other person, and if the thought alone made you shiver, then you knew.

Holding a tear back makes them drain upward, higher and higher, until one day your head just explodes and you're left with a stub of a neck and nothing more.

Are people drawn to each other because of the stories they carry inside?

I didn't want to be prideful anymore. I wanted to be as hard as and brittle as the stones I carted into the woods. Stones that could not feel or cry or see. I wished not to feel anything at all. In no time, what I wished for, I became.

I can hurt myself more than anyone else can, she told her sister. I can do it with my eyes closed.

It had made her too helpless, because that's what love did. There was no way around it and no way to fight it. Now if she lost, she lost everything.

He knew exactly how to hit a woman, so that the marks hardly showed. He knew how to kiss her, too, so that her heart began to race and she'd start to think forgiveness with every breath. It's amazing the places that love will carry you. It's astounding to discover just how far you're willing to go.

I was beginning to understand. My grandmother's love was cold because she was afraid of things; that was why everything had to be perfect.

Our rest is formed by our waking life and our waking life is formed by our sorrows.

Good fortune can take forever to get to you, but as it turns out, sorrow is as quick as a shot.

Although she'd never believe it, those lines in Gillian's face are the most beautiful part about her. They reveal what she's gone through and what she's survived and who exactly she is, deep inside.

Fuck you," Sally says. She tosses the words off, easy as butter in her mouth, but in fact she doesn't think she's ever cursed out loud in her own house before. "Fuck you twice," Gillian says. "You need it more.

He was in love, and people in that condition did stupid, unfathomable things. They were all flawed, every single one.

You were the one who taught me that love was never what we expected it to be and that it was all that we needed.

That was the sorrow of it. He saw the light but never expected the darkness.

You couldn't see love, or touch it, or taste it, yet it could destroy you and leave you in the dark, chasing after your own destiny.

I just stored up my hurts, as if they were a tower made of fallen stars, invisible to most people, but brightly burning inside of me.

She said she wanted a man like that, someone who understood sorrow, not someone who caused it.

Feelings are best left concealed. They can bite you if you're not careful. They can eat you alive.

She had been grief stricken as her father lay dying but now she felt weightless, the way people do when they're no longer sure they have a reason to be connected to this world. The slightest breeze could have carried her away, into the night sky, across the universe.

That was the way love was, invisible, there whether or not you wanted to see it or admit to it.

There are none who can fight as fiercely as a mother and a daughter, and none who can forgive more completely.

Such things as smiles can be weapons as well.