Quotes About Emotions

With a quick jerk, Qhuinn wrapped his arms around the single most important person in his life. It was not Layla, although he felt a pang at that denial. It was not John, or his king. It wasn't the brothers. This male was the reason for everything.

Fuck. Even when I was in love with you. Or some shit. Butch clasped his hands to his chest. Was? Was? I can't believe you've lost interest. He threw one arm over his eyes, all Sarah Bernhardt. My dreams of our future shattered- Shut it, cop. Butch looked out from under his arm. 3are you kidding me? The reality show I had planned was fantastic. Was going to pitch it to VH1. 'Two Bites Are Better Than One'. We were going to make millions.

Indeed, with iAm out of the picture, she was prepared to be celibate. Who else would she want, anyway? She had met her match—it was even decreed in the stars. That he didn't want her? Well, one's fate was not another's, no matter the emotions involved—

Experience, or what we call experience, is not the inventory of our pains, but rather the learned sympathy towards the pain of others.

The saddest thing that can happen to a person is to find out their memories are lies.

the nostalgia for things that weren't yet lost.

the kind of sadness we tolerate because it appears at happy moments

La experiencia, eso que llamamos experiencia, no es el inventario de nuestros dolores, sino la simpatía aprendida hacia los dolores ajenos.

Me gustas más en las noches, cuando estamos los dos en la misma almohada, bajo las sábanas, en la oscuridad

Uno platica aquí y las palabras se calientan en la boca con el calor de afuera, y se le resecan a uno en la lengua hasta que acaban con el resuello.

Nadie vino a verla. Así estuvo mejor. La muerte no se reparte como si fuera un bien. Nadie anda en busca de tristezas.

Me han golpeado, sabes, me han dado duros golpes en eso que le llaman sentimiento. No sé quién; pero si sé que a veces, cuando me examino el alma, la siento un poco quebrada

Sometimes I actually have a phobia of feeling good.

Marc: Why are we so afraid of joy? Judd: That's the question. And I've thought about it a lot, and I think it's because we think right behind joy is a knife that will cut our throat if we really feel it. It's almost like a laugh—your chin goes up and your throat is exposed. If I laugh too loud, someone will slit my throat. That's the terror of joy.

When they'd met, Anakin had been a warmhearted nine-year-old boy with an open nature. He was twelve and a half now, and the years had changed him. He had grown to be a boy who hid his heart.

Amy looked up at him. Their faces were very close. She remembered when those dark expressive eyes would make her quiver inside, when being this close would make her blush and stammer. Not anymore, though.

Was our father a Vesper?" Erasmus took a careful sip of coffee. He leaned back and blew out a sigh as he stared out at the square. Then he took off his sunglasses. His eyes looked tired. He leaned forward again, his big hands cradling the cup. With every move and gesture Amy felt her heart sink. She wanted to run as far and as fast as she could to escape what was coming next. "Yes," Erasmus said.

Ferus enjoyed his fear. It was the first time since Roan's death he did not feel pain.

We push away the bad memories, Irina said. Bleak sadness deadened her voice. We tell ourselves is better not to remember. It is not better. Better to remember everything, even pain.

She was married to this dude Osiris, and he croaked," Dan said. "So she freaked and was all wah! and went and cried herself a river." "Amazing! That's just what it says on the hieroglyphs," Theo said.

Roan had taught him not to care what anyone thought, but to regard everyone's feelings.

Why the hell didn't we just stay friends? That felt reasonably good. We had fun. I could tell him anything. Of course, he never told me very much about himself, but it didn't matter as much then. Now look at us. Throw some sex into the mix and it's like putting too much yeast in bread. It's all very fizzy and light and wonderful, but then is rises too high and can't support it's own weight and the whole thing falls flat.

not an experience shared by most potential readers—I realized that, if I did it well, some of those readers could have that same experience of identification that I valued so much. Moments in my life might resonate with moments in theirs. They might even step right outside their familiar histories and share mine for a while.

ich verspüre eine Eifersucht auf alle Winter, die du haben wirst, ohne mich.