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Quotes About Emotions

Men, she thought, were one of the world's few sure comforts, like a fire on a cold October night, like cocoa, like broken-in slippers. Their clumsy affections, their bristly faces, and their willingness to do what needed to be done—cook an omelet, change lightbulbs, make with hugging—sometimes almost made being a woman fun. She wished she were not so
~ Joe Hill
She'd thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out they were not even vaguely related.
~ Joe Hill
You sure you're all right? You aren't out here pondering dark female thoughts are you?
~ Joe Hill
She'd thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out they were not even vaguely related. Love
~ Joe Hill
The thing I'm hung up on is the idea of seeing something real. I don't think most people feel half the things they pretend to feel.
~ Joe Hill
If Ig hated Merrin now, it was only because he had discovered she was a real person, with failings and needs and desire to live in the world, not in Ig's daydreams. That she loved him enough to let him go, and he had to be willing to do the same, that if you loved someone, you could set them free, and - fuck, that was a Sting song.
~ Joe Hill
the Brat—Victoria to her second-grade teacher, Vicki to her mother, but the Brat to her father and in her heart—was
~ Joe Hill
Mostly the real world s-s-s-suh-sucks. But everyone also lives in the world inside their own head. An inscape, a world of thought. In a world made of thought—in an inscape—every idea is a fact. Emotions are as real as gravity. Dreams are as powerful as history. Creative people, like writers, and Henry Rollins, spend a lot of their time hanging out in their thoughtworld.
~ Joe Hill
Aquilo deixou Ig perplexo, a ideia de que alguém pudesse não se interessar por música. Era como não se interessar por felicidade.
~ Joe Hill
My father says Alamagüselum lives in the walls and drinks tears.
~ Joe Hill
Harper smiled weakly for Renée, but felt unsteady and sick. She had to close her eyes to withstand the assault of the last thunderous verse—her Dragonscale crawled unpleasantly, and the only thought she could manage was, Stop, stop, stop—and when it was over, and the room erupted into stamping feet and whistles and applause, it was all she could do not to cry.
~ Joe Hill
It's dark out, you autistic fuck.
~ Joe Hill
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.
~ Joe Hill
Happiness will do more for you than any wonder drug the apothecaries can invent!
~ Joe Hill
Jude did not flip them off and then drove for a few blocks feeling good about himself, proud of his restraint. His will, it was like iron.
~ Joe Hill
Repulsion masks attraction
~ Joe Hill
I can't say I was happy with your mother. I can't say I enjoyed almost twenty years of being judged by her and always found wanting.
~ Joe Hill
Vic stared at her, incredulous. "What do you mean you don't know why?" Vic asked her. "He isn't coming home because of you, Mom. Because he can't stand you. Because all you ever do is bitch at him, stand there and bitch when he's tired and wants to be left alone.
~ Joe Hill
His soul was a steeple in which all the bells had begun to clash at once.
~ Joe Hill
Was anything in the world more heartrending than being found out by someone you wanted to love you?
~ Joe Hill
It's because she doesn't love being lonely. When a girl loses her virginity, though, it may hurt, but it's real. It might be the realest, most private thing you could ever see in another person. You wonder who she'll be in that moment, when you finally get past all the pretend.
~ Joe Hill
Do you know why the arithmetic book was so sad? A: It had so many problems inside!
~ Joe King
Love may precede respect but it cannot survive the loss of it.
~ Joe L. Wheeler
There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. Why, God, does everything have to end? Why does all nature grow old? Why do spring and summer have to go?
~ Joe L. Wheeler