Quotes About Emotions

It's laugh or cry, said Rigg. Cry then. Give the old man his due.

You don't understand," he said. "Yes I do." "No you don't. I don't want to beat Peter." "Then what do you want?" "I want him to love me." She had no answer. As far as she knew, Peter didn't love anybody. Ender said nothing more. Just lay there.

In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him. I think it's impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves

I find out what I really want by seeing what I do," said Ender. "That's what we all do, if we're honest about it. We have our feelings, we make our decisions, but in the end we look back on our lives and see how sometimes we ignored our feelings, while most of our decisions were actually rationalizations because we had already decided in our secret hearts before we ever recognized it consciously.

In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him. I think it's impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves. And then, in that very moment when I love them—" "You beat them." For

I think it's impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way the love themselves.

Why do I feel a song coming on? said Bean. The sarcastic words slipped out of him unbidden.

Mikal sintió un dolor que no podía soportar. Puso su mano en el fuego hasta que el dolor de su cuerpo forzó a remitir el dolor de su corazón. Entonces retiró la mano, la frotó y se preguntó por qué las heridas internas no podían curarse con tanta facilidad.

it only works because what's between you, that's real, that's what matters. Billions of those connections between human beings. That's what you're fighting to keep alive.

She loved him. He loved her. In the absence of understanding, that was as good a reason as any for living together and making babies and raising them up and throwing them out of the house and then going through the long slow decline together until one of them died and left the other alone again, understanding as little as ever about what their spouses really wanted, who they really were.

But when you're already going crazy from confinement, it doesn't matter how much you like somebody, how much you love them, how grateful you are for their kindness to you. They will make you nuts. Everything they do grates on you like a bad song that won't get out of your head.

It was as if the boundary between friendship and love was so thin and imperceptible that one could cross it without even knowing it was there.

Her barrel of misery has depth enough to hold a thousand bushels of happiness.

think it's impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves.

Or maybe laughter was how they pushed painful memories out of their minds. Perhaps laughter was the only way they could keep from killing each other.

But it does mean that she almost never witnesses lovers' quarrels, bedtime stories, classroom arguments, supper-table gossip, or bitter tears privately shed. She only knows that aspect of our lives that we represent as digital information.

By the time they got home, they were both thoroughly bilingual in cursing. *

You really are the stupidest smart kid in the world," said Mother.

You did hurt me. And I hurt you. It's a popular pastime here.

Such feelings are natural. They come and go quickly. Only those who make them a way of life are to be condemned for them.

Don't you ever feel like lashing out at somebody? I mean, don't you ever lose your temper?' 'Ela, after you've inadvertently killed a couple of people with your bare hands, either you learn to control your temper or you lose your humanity.' 'You've done that?' 'Yes,' he said.

So? Sometime or other everybody wishes everybody would go away. Sometimes I'll wish you would go away. What I'm telling you now is that even at those times, even if I tell you to go away, you don't have to go away.

I wonder what it would be like to love and trust a man so much that I'd be willing to abase myself as Kate did. Is there something in women that makes us long to be humbled? Or is it something in human beings, that when we are overmastered, we rejoice in our subjection?

When you really know somebody, you can't hate them.' 'Or maybe it's just that you can't really know them until you stop hating them.