Quotes About Emotions

I have found being a mother has made me emotionally raw in many situations. You heart is beating outside your body when you have a baby.

I inherited depression from my mother's side of the family.

On October 28th, 1887, I became the mother of a girl baby, the very image of its father, at least that is what he said, but who has the temper of its mother.

My mother is a very strange woman... She doesn't understand me in the least and doesn't love me much either. If she had either love or understanding she would be prepared to make sacrifices

Snape's patronus was a doe,' said Harry, 'the same as my mother's because he loved her for nearly all of his life, from when they were children.

I sang a song at my sister's wedding. My mother forced me into that, too. But that one felt all right.

I didn't go to the North Pole to do something about my mother. I was invited to the North Pole and I realized it was impossible to go there without thinking about her.

Some things I never learned to like. I didn't like to kiss babies, though I didn't mind kissing their mothers.

I am still confused because I still don't know who my father is. And so who is my mother? The feeling is still there.

The misery of a child is interesting to a mother, the misery of a young man is interesting to a young woman, the misery of an old man is interesting to nobody.

Just being a mother is making me a big, weepy mess.

There is nothing in the world of art like the songs mother used to sing.

When we weren't scratching each other's eyes out, we were making each other laugh harder than anyone else could.

Countries are either mothers or fathers, and engender the emotional bristle secretly reserved for either sire.

Most people have no imagination. If they could imagine the sufferings of others, they would not make them suffer so. What separated a German mother from a French mother?

The main cause of my difficulties stemmed from the tragedy of my daughter's unsound birth and my inability to face my feelings.

Once I got past my anger toward my mother, I began to excel in volleyball and modeling.

I learned denial from my mother. I just never confronted things and if anybody did, I just would go crazy.

I'm a hopeless mother; a hopeless wife; I have to try harder. I'm just a pathetic case history, really.

But I was very, very unhappy because my mother was very charming and generous, but to me, very dominating.

My mother could make anybody feel guilty - she used to get letters of apology from people she didn't even know.

I take every opportunity to tell people how happy my mother is to be dead.

(Yes teenage boys who are fine always cry on their mothers' shoulders until they leave a snot trail.)

My mother wasn't rational those last years; if she had been, she would have been horrified by her own behavior.