Quotes About Emotions

I decided not to call again. I didn't want to keep saying things that made me feel weak.

If I'd ever told my mother about what happened with the boyfriend list (which I never did), she would have said that Kim is a double-crossing backbiter. Then she'd have said I should vent my rage, forget all about Kim, get on with it and go eat some soy-based product.

When things are bad, I'll pray or imagine someone watching over me, listening. Like the first few days after my dad left, I thought about God. For protection. But the rest of the time, I'm trudging along in my everyday life. It's not even slightly spiritual.

Adelaide wasn't depressed. She never felt bleak. She had energy. She was talky. She painted her fingernails green and wore floral-print dresses and enormous cardigan sweaters. But you can be talky and paint your fingernails and still be very sad. In fact, you can be talky and paint your fingernails to protect other people from how sad you are.

It is good to be loved, even though it will not last. It is good to know that once upon a time, there was Gat and me.

She takes off rubber gloves and then kisses Mummy and hugs me too long and too hard, like she is trying to hug some deep and secret message.

The music was turbulent. It made her feel as if the sky was about to break open, and as if Mikey not loving her and Toby being an addict were being pushed through the music into the sky.

I just broke up with someone. I am an egg yolk of misery.

He is right. I do want people to feel sorry for me. I do. And then I don't. I do. And then I don't.

No importa que uno de nosotros esté perdida y desesperadamente enamorado. Tan enamorado que deben tomarse medidas igualmente desesperadas.

I had kissed an unimportant boy or three by now. I had lost my dad. I had come here to this island from a house of tears and falsehood and I saw Gat, and I saw that rose in his hand, and in that one moment, with the sunlight from the window shining in on him, the apples on the kitchen counter, the smell of wood and ocean in the air, I did call it love.

His thumb rubbed the center of my palm. All my nerves concentrated there, alive to every movement of his skin on mine.

I tore all the roses off a single sad bush and threw them, one after the other, into the angry sea.

Alguien escribió una vez que una novela debería suministrar una serie de pequeñas sorpresas. Yo recibo lo mismo pasando una hora contigo.

I am a more powerful person than my mother will ever know. I have trespassed against her and helped her, too.

Be sad. Be sorry. But don't shoulder it." -We Were Liars

Es bueno que te quieran, aunque no dure. Es bueno saber que érase una vez Gat y yo.

I hit my fist into the wall of the shower. I washed off the shame and anger in cold, cold water.

And Gat did shut up, but his face contorted. He stood abruptly, picked up a rock from the sand, and threw it with all his force. He pulled off his sweatshirt and kicked off his shoes. Then he walked into the sea in his jeans. Angry.

Be sad, be sorry - but don't shoulder it.

No one can keep his griefs in their prime; they use themselves up.

It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.

I am so used to seeing the sort of play which deals with one man and two women. They do not leave me with the feeling I have made a full theatrical meal they do not give me the experience of the multiplicity of life.

I taught him, 'he quavered, "to trust in love. I said:'when love comes, that is reality.' I said: 'Passion does not blind. No. Passion is sanity, and the woman you love, she is the only person you will ever really understand.