Quotes About Emotions

When anger rises, think of the consequences.

When anger arises, think of the consequences

I want you cool and regal, earthy and impertinent, spoiling for a fight and abashed at your own temper. I want you flushed with exertion and rosy with sleep. I want you teasing and provocative, somber and thoughtful. I want every emotion, every mood, every year in a lifetime to come. I want you beside me, to encourage and argue with me, to help me and let me help you. I want to be your champion and lover, your mentor and student.

Has he ever even said he loved you? He's been telling me for years, she said softly, I just wasn't listening

I am no good without you, Ginesse," he said. "I spent a lifetime alone, but I never understood loneliness until I was away from you. I never understood happiness until I saw you again.

She felt abused, used, cherished, and pleasured. She despised him. She loved him. She mistrusted him. She had complete faith in him. "Ah!

Come on, Avery. Fresh tears stained her cheeks. Her voice shook. Wake up, damn it! She sobbed, rocking forward and back, her arms wrapping tightly around his big body. Don't you want to shout at me for disobeying you, you overbearing, domineering male? She squeezed her eyes shut and bit hard on her lip. He couldn't die. He was too stubborn, too alive, too vigorous. And she couldn't lose him. She loved him too much. I… am a… gentleman, she heard him gasp. I never shout at women.

I didn't want to be all she had. I didn't even want to be her daughter. My blood, poisoned with our family sins, turned hot, scorched my veins. Breathing was getting difficult.

Io suuicien lui damo amo, she said softly. You are here in place of the friends I love.

Good. Drink your tea, he ordered. It will make you feel better. Nothing will make me feel better, she thought, but she drank it down. It was hot and sweet. Mr. Humphreys must have put his entire month's sugar ration into it. She drained the cup, feeling ashamed of herself. She wasn't the only one who'd had a bad night.

She reached the group. Eileen had been crying. She wiped clumsily at her cheeks as Polly joined them, and then smiled at her. Are you ready? Eileen asked. No , Polly thought. Yes. Are you certain? Colin said. I know how hard this must be for you. We haven't a lot of time, but we've enough for you to say goodbye, if there's anyone else you need to-- I love you , Polly thought.

Those who have courage to love should have courage to suffer." —ANTHONY TROLLOPE, The Bertrams But

Their thoughts flowed together in an incoherent torrent of relief and joy and delight, colliding, crashing, looping in a cascade of longing and explanations and desire as overwhelming, as drenching as the deluge of voices had been, but wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, and she was going under, she was going to drown.

what the hell is 'emotional bonding,' anyway? It sounds like something out of Fifty Shades of Grey.

To be Irish is to know that in the end the world will break your heart." —DANIEL PATRICK MOYNIHAN

our sexual feelings, in which we see the greatest upheaval and lack of inhibition and control, belong to the emotions. Is that right?

also want to deal with what emotional maturity really entails, and everything else about your emotions you should have learned when

Nature is constantly remaking you, yet you hold onto old energy through your emotions. Your mind, your thoughts, aren't physical and nature can't heal or recycle them. Only you can do that ... when you're willing to let go of them.

in that moment, Mairie knew she wasn't just falling in love w/ this man. She was free falling. It was terminal velocity.

In the language of an actor, to know is synonymous with to feel

As one long prepared, and graced with courage, as is right for you who were given this kind of city, go firmly to the window and listen with deep emotion, but not with the whining, the pleas of a coward; listen—your final delectation—to the voices, to the exquisite music of that strange procession, and say goodbye to her, to the Alexandria you are losing.

I think by the time you're grown you're as happy as you're goin to be. You'll have good times and bad times, but in the end you'll be about as happy as you was before. Or as unhappy. I've knowed people that just never did get the hang of it.

The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.

The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.