Quotes About Emotions

But you can't always tell - with somebody's mother, I mean. Mothers are all slightly insane.

My father was everything to me. Unlike my mother - I didn't have a special affinity with her.

On Economic Nobel Prize 2014: I see one of my daughters is on Skype with me from London and in fact it is actually quite moving for the whole family of course.

The longer one lives in this hard world motherless, the more a mother's loss makes itself felt.

There was just no good way for a dead son to greet his mother almost two weeks after his funeral.

My father and mother split and I never saw my father until I was 20, nor did I see much more of my mother.

Our mother gives us our earliest lessons in love- and its partner, hate. Our father-our "second other"-elaborates on them.

I was a disaster child. I remember I make very often my mother cry.

We all carry our mothers inside us.

They say our mothers really know how to push our buttons - because they installed them

I am an average mother in almost every way, so yes, much to my regret, I do yell at my children.

When he beat my mother it made me so mad.

You [meaning mothers] said good-bye a little every day -- from the minute they left your body until they left your home.

I'm glad to say my father never felt ashamed of me, but my mother probably did.

I'm telling you that you got your facts wrong. I didn't kill your brother. But you killed my mother. You might as well have held the gun to her head!

The only form of action open to a child is to break something or strike someone, its mother or another child; it cannot cause things to happen in the world.

Here's a thing about the death of your mother, or anyone else you love: You can't anticipate how you'll feel afterward. People will tell you; a few may be close to right, none exactly right.

While some mothers sing lullabies to their children, my mother read me poetry. And to this day, I associate my strongest and most insistent feelings with words lyrically organized on a page.

My mother's mild-eyed sadness looks at me from the eyes of those I love.

To grow up with the loss of your mother is a scar that never goes away.

My mom was very affectionate but also very loud. My whole house was very loud. My father screamed, my mother screamed - everybody screamed.

Misery colored by the greens and blues in my mother's voice took away all the grief out of the words and left me with a conviction that pain was not only endurable, it was sweet.

I am connected to the market and now I am singing songs that my mother loves as well, it's amazing!

When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever.