Quotes About Emotions

Ariah struck suddenly at her face with both fists. She wanted to pummel, blacken her eyes that had seen too much.

you cried, they tried to comfort you. But if you were stony faced they let you alone.

The wife felt the rebuke. For some rebukes are husbandly.

My crappy-kid's life. It was mostly a shitty life wasn't it, OK but I miss it.

misinterpreting her silence for a broken heart, her cynicism about men for depression, ir despondency [...]

misinterpreting her silence for a broken heart, her cynicism about men for depression, or despondency [...]

Como isso acontece, você gosta tanto de alguém — ama alguém, talvez — e depois, não muito tempo depois, o que sente é ódio? Um ódio horrível e funesto? Um ódio de vontade de matar? Por quê?

It was remarkable to Julia—(it did not hurt or offend her, but only amused her)—how Ryan's family managed to take photographs or videos of themselves that excluded her.

In love there are two things—bodies and words.

the terrible intimacy of pregnancy

a mother's crying, stifled, soundless, secret so as not to disturb. If you cried so others could hear you were crying to be heard but a mother's crying was just the opposite, crying not to be heard.

He was sentimental about women. It infuriated him that any man, let alone a minister, could behave so selfishly on his honeymoon.

No ha sucedido nada que tú no quisieras y pidieras. »Así que cierra el pico. ¿Entendido?» La había zarandeado, con fuerza. Para que dejara de llorar, de sollozar. De atragantarse y vomitar. El hedor que impregnaba su coche le puso furioso.

the mirror above the bureau—a flushed blurred face. I had learned to look quickly away from that face for so often I hated what I saw.

La memoria a veces resulta confusa, esa es la cuestión. Si la memoria no fuera confusa no poseerías el valor del necio de repetir una y otra vez cosas que te destrozan.

unyielding—Oh Norma Jeane leads a crazy life, you see—she has a former husband very jealous of her—he is her "ex" but he is

He understood the primitive, malevolent spell of The Falls: he was beginning to feel again the sinister attraction he'd felt years ago, as an adolescent, when his emotions were rawer, closer to the surface. Those feelings of dissolution, loss, panic, very like the sensation of falling in love against one's will. The Falls! You can't believe it can kill you. When it is pure spirit. After

The tone we want to avoid is melodrama.

if a man hurts you, and you show that hurt, and your eyes lock with his, he will never forgive you. For always you will be the girl he has hurt, which means you are the girl he can always hurt again. Mr.

The man is too narcissistic, too shallow and cowardly for suicide. Days

One day, Mom removed the soiled, torn prom dress from the hack of Marianne's closet where it was hidden. She hadn't needed to ask Marianne where the dress was. Found it, unerring, without wishing to examine it; wadded it into a ball and stuffed it in a paper bag with other household trash. Mom's eyes gleaming with tears, but she wasn't crying, nor was Marianne. Not a word uttered.

You never give such relationships a thought, To give a thought, to take a thought is a function of dissociation, distance. You can't exercise memory until you've removed yourself from memory's source.

Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily,often helplessly, into another's skin, another's voice, another's soul-- Joyce Carole Oates

The last time I saw Paris, my heart was definitely not young and gay. Bitter and disillusioned would be more like it.