Quotes About Emotions

We have all been found guilty of being human. There are worse crimes.

Do you like eighties music, Nurse Willowes?" "Can we discuss the oldies another time?" "What? What? The oldies? I've already had a man kicking in my ribs, and now you pull out my heart." "Hey!

Lee would learn the truth about music: that it was the third rail of life. You grabbed it to shock yourself out of the dull drag of hours, to feel something, to burn with all the emotions you didn't get to experience in the ordinary run of school and TV and loading the dishwasher after dinner.

She'd thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out they were not even vaguely related. Love was closer to a need, no different from the need to eat, to breathe. When Wayne fell asleep, his hot cheek against her naked breast, his lips smelling sweetly of the milk from her own body, she felt as if she was the one who had been fed.

Una buena novela para ella tenía que ser un viaje emocional y filosófico y además enseñarle vocabulario nuevo.

she had carried anxiety with her to work every morning and brought it home with her every night; a nameless, inconsiderate companion that had a habit of poking her in the ribs whenever she was trying to relax.

The human condition: It was contagious, apparently.

She was being erased a little at a time by a cancer that fed not on her flesh but on her inner life, on her private store of happiness.

It is odd how much we want to be in love when you think about how much anxiety comes with it, like a tax on money you won in the lottery.

Vic didn't have a car and probably spent a hundred and sixty hours a week at home. The house smelled of piss-soaked diapers and engine parts, and the sink was always full. In retrospect Vic was only surprised she didn't go crazy sooner. She was surprised that more young mothers didn't lose it. When your tits had become canteens and the soundtrack to your life was hysterical tears and mad laughter, how could anyone expect you to remain sane?

If hell was anything, it was talk radio—and family.

maybe ghosts always haunted minds, not places.

Even after you lost someone, it turned out you still had a relationship with that person, one you needed to tend to as you would tend to a relationship with any living friend or relative.

there was something awful about Christmas music when it was nearly summer. It was like a clown in the rain, with his makeup running.

It is all right to cry but don't give up on laughter. Don't give up on happiness. You need both. I had both.

She put her hand on the back of his arm and squeezed. She hoped he read that squeeze as /Thank you for caring/ and not /God, I'm horny, we should really screw sometime./ In her experience it was very difficult to offer a man affection and kindness without giving him the impression you were also offering a lay.

When she wasn't painting, when she didn't have creative work to occupy her, she became aware of a growing physical apprehension, like she was standing beneath a crane that was holding a piano aloft; at any moment she felt that the cables could snap and all that weight could fall upon her with a fatal crash.

Was anything in all the world more heartrending than being found out by someone you wanted to love you?

They led me into things that I regretted in the moment but were later a pleasure to remember. Real sin, I think, produces the same emotions, in the exact opposite order.

Hopefully, over the years of being best friends, Lee would learn the truth about music: that it was the third rail of life. You grabbed it to shock yourself out of the dull drag of hours, to feel something, to burn with all the emotions you didn't get to experience in the ordinary run of school and TV and loading the dishwasher after dinner.

Que babaquice sem valor essa coisa de dizer Eu te amo. Amor é só um nome que se dá a uma irrupção de hormônios, com uma pitada de lealdade por cima. Nunca gostei de dizer isso. O que eu digo é: a gente está junto, agora e até o fim. Você tem tudo de que eu preciso para ser feliz. Você me faz me sentir bem.

Eu te amo, Con – disse ela, porque apesar do que Jakob pensava sobre essas três palavras, para Harper elas ainda tinham importância. Eram a coisa mais próxima de palavras mágicas que ela conhecia, possuíam poderes que faltavam a outras.

Também sei dizer palavrão, amigo. Eu sou inglês. A gente fala palavrão sem medo. Aquele com B? A gente fala também: boceta boceta boceta bobocecetata.

the truth about music: that it was the third rail of life. You grabbed it to shock yourself out of the dull drag of hours, to feel something, to burn with all the emotions you didn't get to experience in the ordinary run of school and TV and loading the dishwasher after dinner.