Quotes About Emotions

My mother said I was a clingy kid until I was about four. I also remember that from the age of eight she and I fought almost every day.

Any film I see at two o'clock in afternoon with my mother seems to cast a strange spell that means we both come out sobbing.

I love being a mother...I am more aware. I feel things on a deeper level. I have a kind of understanding about my body, about being a woman.

Being a mother is hard and it wasn't a subject I ever studied.

I think it's important to be sincere. And I could be the most sincere just staying in [my] mother language actually. And that's the reason why I stay composing and writing in French.

It is only when parental feelings are ineffective or too ambivalent or when the mother's emotions are temporarily engaged elsewhere that children feel lost.

As an artist, I want to interpret my feelings - not run across the street and ask what my mother thinks.

I was so afraid to feel free to enjoy my own life if my mother was sick and suffering everyday of her's. I didn't think I had the right.

I tried to stick to my game plan, which was always being aware of what my A story was - the love story between a father and his son, and that son and his daughter.

A baby was sleeping, Its mother was weeping.

I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

Once you become a mother, you always have a guilt trip. You always try to do the best, but you feel you can always be better.

As a girl my temper often got out of bounds. But one day when I became angry at a friend over some trivial matter, my mother said to me, Elizabeth, anyone who angers you conquers you.

There were people I know that got upset that I kiss people. I kiss them for luck and love, that's all. That's what my mother did to me.

I tried to bake a cake for my mother's birthday - it took me four hours. It was terrible, and I cried for three days.

My daughter is in love with Adele. She listens to her every day. To see someone with that much passion and soul move a 9-year-old is amazing and it's magical.

If fathers are sometimes sulky at the appearance of the destined son-in-law, is it not a fact that mothers become sentimental and, as it were, love their own loves over again.

The nightingales are sobbing in The orchards of our mothers, And hearts that we broke long ago Have long been breaking others; Tears are round, the sea is deep: Roll them overboard and sleep.

I'm ultimately a widow and a single mother, who's not even getting to be a mother right now. I am so alone, it's freaky.

We are all so broken. Pick up a person, shake them around and you'll hear the rattling of their broken pieces. Pieces our fathers broke, or our mothers, or our friends, strangers, or our loves.

I lived in a world where I didn't share the love for my stepfather that my mother shared for him. She married him.

My mother left me when I was 2 years old which is devestating to a child.

While I'm generally silent on the affairs of my biological mother, her recent tirade has taken a gross turn.

I wish my mother had left me something about how she felt growing up. I wish my grandmother had done the same. I wanted my girls to know me.