Quotes About Emotions

I feel like, like pudding," Iggy groaned. "Pudding with nerve endings. Pudding in great pain.

You cannot prevent the birds of sorrow from flying over your head, but you can prevent them from building nests in your hair. —Chinese proverb

Yeah, but at least a guy will punch you in the face, you know what I mean? They do it and then it's over. But with girls, we slice you up piece by piece. It's like death by a thousand cuts.

It was hard to stay miserable with Mike around. But I'd try.

Bigs jabbed a finger into my chest. Ping. It felt like an aluminum baseball bat. "I paid you," he said. "Now I want my Velma back." "Easy on the chest, will you, Bigs? I store my heart in there.

In a competitive society, the thing people fear the most is love.

Never deprecate another person's sufferings even when imaginary.

If you get lonesome enough, Carrie knew, you'll even call the police.

A psychological explanation of our feelings is not a moral explanation of our conduct.

And between them, the little shoe-box glistening with scarlet wallpaper and gilt like a fairy coffin. Inside it, there was the crabbed corpse of a still-born child wreathed in bloody newspaper. "I hated you so much," she said softly.

There are silences harder to take back than words.

Loving yourself is about as likely as tickling yourself.

How often feelings are circular. How embarrassing to be embarrassed. How annoying to be annoyed.

Bitterness is a greater failure than failure

Not just his cross," Josip intoned. Vigor matched his friend's tearful gaze and knew the truth. It held his skull, too. Vigor was struck

Nefertiti vouwde haar kap terug. Jake verwachtte dat ze rood zou zien van kwaadheid, maar ze was verdrietig, haar ogen vochtig van de ingehouden tranen. 'Denken jullie allemaal zo slecht over mij?' ... Jake voelde een steek van medelijden voor Nefertiti. Ze was trots en eigenzinnig, maar in hoeverre was haar karakter aangetast door Kree? Hij herinnerde zich hoe ze in de woestijn was geweest: wild en vrij, bevrijd uit de schaduw van dat monster.

Linda tousled his hair. "What about us girls?" Jason blushed. "You know what I meant." "I know." Linda leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks." Jason turned an uncomfortable shade of purple.

The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.

You can never really know the truth. Not about life, not about God, not about what's in another person's heart, or even your own. All you can ever really know is what it feels like. What it feels like to laugh and cry and hate and hurt and hope and fear and love; what it feels like to live.

Anxiety. Dissociation. The words came easily. We attach them to processes, they migrate to the people themselves, and we think: Now I understand. But we don't, and the words themselves interdict further attempts to do so. Maryanne

I never found out exactly what it was that had hurt my friend so–something working in him a long time, that finally found purchase. In future years I'd come to recognize similar things scrabbling for footholds within myself. They were already there, of course, even then. Sometimes at night I heard them breathing.

They lay silently. She was staring at something across the room. She was making him feel uncomfortable. 'It wouldn't work. It's the attraction of opposites,' he said. We're not opposites.' I don't mean just you and me. Women fall in love when they get to know you. Men are just the opposite. When they finally know you they're ready to leave.

They lay silently. She was staring at something across the room. She was making him feel uncomfortable. 'It wouldn't work. It's the attraction of opposites,' he said. We're not opposites.' I don't mean just you and me. Women fall in love when they get to know you. Men are just the opposite. When they finally know you they're ready to leave.