Quotes About Emotions

Paranoia is just a kind of awareness, and awareness is just a form of love.

I'd take this book and beat you to death with it, and I wouldn't feel a thing.

When you laugh...I want to smile. And when you cry...' She brushed the tears off of my face. 'I want the tears to roll down my cheeks.' She shook her head once, whispering, 'I'm not leaving you...won't.

She cried easily. Evidence that she felt much, and most often for other people. A rare and beauty filled gift.

The books talked about it [the heart] as if it were a sump pump stuck down in the muck and mire of somebody's backyard. Never in all my scientific reading did I encounter anything that talked about a broken heart. Never did I read anything about what the heart felt, how it felt or why it felt. Feeling and knowing weren't important, only understanding

From out of your heart, you speak." -Emma, When Crickets Cry

While her emotions were very real and they gnawed at her with a raw sincerity, she was listening to something deeper. She was listening to her will, not letting what she felt dictate what she would do. Didn't let it dictate her life.

Darkness does that. It speaks fears that, left alone, remain unspoken, yet real.

It's the stuff we bury that hurts the most.

I'm no expert, but I know one thing about anger—it's like alcohol. At some point, if you pour enough in there, it's coming back up. You may think you've built up a tolerance, but the truth is this—no man, not even Unc, can bury it so deep that it doesn't erupt at some point like Vesuvius and splatter your soul across the earth.

living with a broken heart is living half dead, and that doesn't mean you're half alive. It means you're half dead. And…that's no way to live.

I guess sometimes it's got to hurt before it can get better." I nodded. "Hearts are like that.

This whole exchange is better when two people do it. it's called 'kissing'. It's when your lips speak what your heart feels. Or have you forgotten how? I laughed. I might have. It's been a long time.

Annie, the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched; they must be felt with the heart.

Some are wrestling with painful words spoken over them by someone they love or walking around in chains of their own making.

I've been hurt, I imagine we all have, and I think somewhere in that pain we convince ourselves that if we don't open up and love again, we don't have to hurt again.

hatred and anger does not kill hatred and anger.

How many times had I wanted to scream the same way? To purge myself and release the pain in my soul. But somehow, I never had. Maybe those who felt free to do so were only those who didn't posses the guilt of having put the pain there in the first place.

I'm one half of a two-piece puzzle." Ashley spoke again. "What's the best part?" "When she laughs…I smile. And when she cries, tears roll down my cheeks." He nodded. "I wouldn't trade that for…for nothing.

Su lazda ar akmeniu galima sulaužyti kaulus, bet jei nori k? nors ?skaudinti...labai smarkiai, rinkis žodžius.

so, the water that would cleanse me was not water from my head—where I'd learned to rationalize my indifference. But water from my heart.

because casinos are really good at taking people's money and making them feel worse than they did when they walked in, they offer live entertainment to medicate the malaise. Or lessen the blow.

some people take all the pain they've been knowing their whole life and pack it down inside them where it festers, oozing pus. Gangrene of the soul. That sore then becomes them. It's what bubbles up. You can smell it.

In my experience, it's those words on the tip of the tongue that we most need to hear. They are the key. The thing that's missing. But you can't pull them out. They have to be offered. Freely. And they won't be offered until the owner trusts you with them. And to do that means they've got to break through a world of hurt and pain just to get them out of their mouth. I caught my reflection in the mirror.