Quotes About Emotions

Sometimes, during the course of the listless day (dazed hours on the sofa, paging dully through the Encyclopaedia Britannica) these thoughts struck Harriet with such fresh force that she crawled in the closet and closed the door and cried, cried with her face in the taffeta skirts of her mother's dusty old party dresses, sick with the certainty that what she felt was never going to get anything but worse.

The silence between us was happy and strange

when my cat died I had to go out and borrow all these Simon and Garfunkel records.

I don't expect you to understand but it's rough to be in love with the wrong person.

Esas imágenes que te llegan al corazón y lo abren como una flor, imágenes que se abren a una belleza tan grande que puedes pasarte toda la vida buscando sin encontrarla.

Blacks and blues, that's the ticket, blacks and blues.

affectionate exasperated breath I knew

commonplace happiness that was lost when I lost her.

And the farther I walked away, the more upset I got, at the loss of one of the few stable and unchanging docking-points in the world that I had taken for granted: familiar faces, glad greetings: hey manito! For I had thought that this last touchstone of the past, at least, would be where I'd left it.

we don't get to choose our own hearts. We can't make ourselves want what's good for us or what's good for other people. We don't get to choose the people we are.

It's a terrible thing to learn as a child that one is a being separate from all the world, that no one and no thing hurts along with one's burned tongues and skinned knees, that one's aches and pains are all one's own. Even more terrible, as we grow older, to learn that no person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us.

Cada acontecimiento nuevo —todo lo que hiciera en adelante— no haría más que separarnos; serían días de los que ella ya no formaría parte, por lo que la distancia entre nosotros sería cada vez mayor. Cada día de mi vida ella no haría sino alejarse aún más.

No person, no matter how beloved, can ever truly understand us.

I was relieved that in my unfamiliar babbling-and-wanting-to-talk state I'd stopped myself from blurting the thing on the edge of my tounge, the thing I'd never said, even thouhg it was something we both knew well enough without me saying it out loud to him in the street-which was, of course, I love you.

Who knew it was in my power to make anyone so happy? Or that I could ever be so happy myself?

Unfortunately, the feelings arrive before you're old enough to handle them.

Your brain under stress is focused upon surviving and reacting, and less focused upon planning and creating. With chronic stress, your brain learns—and is rewired—to be focused upon survival and reacting only. It has difficulty amping up the area devoted to devising plans for the future. Constant time urgency takes a toll on your body, brain, and emotions. Here

I am willing to release that part of me that irritates me when I think of you.

Behind every highly dramatic person lurks an unresolved trauma. Drama is his or her way of asking for love, and begging for help and understanding.

On the return trip, they passed a brigade of black soldiers, who rushed forward to greet the president, "screaming, yelling, shouting: 'Hurrah for the Liberator; Hurrah for the President.' Ã¢â'¬Â Their "spontaneous outburst" moved Lincoln to tears, "and his voice was so broken by emotion" that he could hardly reply.

I do not like hardness of heart, but neither do I like softness of head.

She could be affectionate, generous, and optimistic one day; vengeful, depressed, and irritable the next. In the colloquial language of her friends, she was "either in the garret or cellar." In either mood, she needed attention, something the self-contained Lincoln was not always able to provide.

During the drive he was so gay, that I said to him, laughingly, 'Dear Husband, you almost startle me by your great cheerfulness,' he replied, 'and well I may feel so, Mary, I consider this day, the war, has come to a close—and then added, 'We must both, be more cheerful in the future—between the war & the loss of our darling Willie—we have both, been very miserable.' 

When you have worked with them, when you have lived with them, you do not have to wonder how they feel, because you feel it yourself.