Quotes About Emotions

What happened to the man I love?'... 'Albert knew as well as me that love would have to go some to be better than ours. Us had the kind of love couldn't be improve. That's what I thought.

They had a lot of love to give. But I needed love plus understanding. They run a little short of that.

breaking the heart opens it.

Carlotta had not dreamed her numbed heart could be broken still more, or that breaking the heart opens it.

Why do tired people sing?

Existem tantas coisas que nós não compreendemos. E tanta infelicidade acontece por causa disso.

I look in his eyes and I see he feeling scared of me. Well, good, I think. Let him feel what I felt.

God love all them feelings. That's some of the best stuff God did. And when you know God loves 'em you enjoys 'em a lot more. You can just relax, go with everything that's going, and praise God by liking what you like.

If you know your heart sorry, I say, that mean it not quite as spoilt as you think.

that human compassion is equal to human cruelty and that it is up to each of us to tip the balance. I

I remember one time you said your life made you feel so ashamed you couldn't even talk about it to God, you had to write it, bad as you thought your writing was.

Here us is, I thought, two old fools left over from love, keeping each other company under the stars.

I say it cause I'm a fool, I say. I say it cause I'm jealous of you. I say it cause you do what I can't. What that? she say. Fight. I say.

Thought so sharp it go through e like a pain. Somebody to run to. It seem too sweet to bear.

I say it cause I'm a fool, I say. I say it cause I'm jealous of you. I say it cause you do what I can't. What that? she say. Fight. I say.

unbelief is a terrible thing. And so is the hurt we cause others unknowingly.

Ik deed de deur tussen ons dicht. Niemand heeft me ooit gewaarschuwd dat het zo veel energie zou vergen om die deur dicht te houden! Of dat ik me aan de andere kant ervan zo eenzaam zou voelen.

a very sensitive soul who hears what isn't said as clearly as what is.

He never ast me nothing bout myself. He clam on top of me and fuck and fuck, even when my head bandaged. Nobody ever love me, I say.

Mamma Nettie, he said, sitting on the bed next to me, how do you know when you really love someone? Sometimes you don't know, I said.

I tell you, Chickadee I am afraid of people Who cannot cry Tears left unshed Turn to poison In the ducts Ask the next soldier you see Enjoying a massacre If this is not so. People who do not cry Are victims Of soul mutilation Paid for in Marlboros And trucks. Violence does not work Except for the man Who pays your salary Who knows If you could still weep You would not take the job.

how do you know when you really love someone? Sometimes you don't know, I said.

Art isn't necessarily about beauty. Art is supposed to make you feel something. And I began to realize that my appearance is my art. My body, my face, my scars told a story. My story. - Ariel Henly

All responses to the world take place within our bodies. - Gloria Anzaldua