Quotes About Emotions

You must control your emotions. You must control your feelings. If there is any fear or insecurity, you must destroy it before it destroys you. It is not the size or the strength of your opponent that matters. These can be measured. It is what cannot be measured...courage, determination...that count.

the usual graffiti on the wall. JRH WAS HERE. NICK LOVES CASS. Visitors leaving the worst parts of themselves behind in fluorescent paint.

I'm surrounded by silence but at the same time I'm drowning in words and it hardly ever leaves me, that sense of disconnection.

The grieving widow,' Hawthorne muttered. 'Do you think so?' 'No, Tony. I've seen more grief at a Turkish wedding. If you ask me, I'd say there's a lot of things she's not telling

As a rule, I don't go to funerals. I find them too horrible and upsetting and the older I get, of course, the more invitations I receive. As a favour to my friends, I'll make sure that none of them are told the date of mine.

It is true that we have many ways of coping with loss,' he said. 'And grief is never rational.

She wasn't wearing her glasses and she destroyed my life. I went to the funeral because I was delighted she was dead and I wanted to see her put in the ground. I thought it would give me closure.

We had managed to drift into that awful arena, so familiar to the long-term married couple, where what was left unspoken was actually more damaging than what was said.

that story you told him about losing your own children, and now I'm wondering if that was even true." "Of course it was true!" Mrs. Jones snapped, and just for once, she betrayed her emotions. She was angry. Two dark spots had appeared in her cheeks.

Well, you know, it's been one of those years." It always was, where Michael was concerned. He'd turned gloom into an art form.

we only lived about fifteen minutes apart, which made the emotional distance between us all the more striking.

He had been responsible for her injuries and, subsequently, he had left his wife for her. I didn't know what to say.

Girls might be girls, but not, I thought, borderline psychotics.

That's the thing about books. They stay with you for life.

His chest was heaving. He was on the edge of tears. "You've never tried to see things my way. You don't have any understanding what it's like being me.

After he died, I felt a terrible emptiness and it was only natural that I should have directed my feelings at Richard. It didn't matter how kind he was to me. I thought he was buying his way out of jail, if you know what I mean. The more he gave me, the angrier I got.

It's an interesting paradox. The more humane the critics, the more hurtful their opinions.

All I had, really, were vague feelings.

You didn't hate her,' Joy said, quietly. 'Things weren't right between you, that's all. You were both living in the shadow of what had happened and you didn't realise how much it was hurting you.

Two women, both divorced, both with a grudge against the smooth-talking solicitor who had humiliated them.

She had been dominating, assertive. He was softly spoken, downtrodden, with thinning hair and a face that was mournful now for good reason but which might have been the same since the day he got married.

And just because I'm not standing here tearing out my hair or whatever it is you'd like me to do, it doesn't mean I'm not deeply upset.' He didn't sound deeply upset.

She's gone, Dad. She was a total cow and she ruined our lives. Neither of us has to pretend any more.

Emotions which are quickly lost in the noise and chaos of the city fester around the village square, driving people to psychosis and violence.