Quotes About Emotions

It was almost reckless how vulnerable she allowed herself to be.

Your relationship having turned into a pantomime, a series of gestures in a well-worn scene, played out again and again, any underlying feeling having long since been obviated by emotional muscle memory, learning how to make the right faces, strike the right poses, not out of apathy or lack of sincerity, rather a need to preserve what was left of his pride.

It was almost reckless how vulnerable she allowed herself to be; you couldn't help but hate her for doing that to herself, and at the same time hate yourself for giving in to it, and underneath all of that, despite your hate for her, couldn't help but love her.

about. She says that is exactly what she's crying about. That everything is all right. That the world isn't ending. That we'll never tell each other how we really feel because everything is okay. Okay enough to just sit around, being okay. Okay enough that we forget that we don't have long, that it's late, late in this universe, and at some point in the future, it's not going to be okay.

Frustration boils into indignation which condenses into something like, how funny is this shit? Because at some point, this shit kinda is funny.

emotional muscle memory,

Olhei para a fotografia da minha filha colada na parte de dentro do para-brisas e pensei na minha família. Há apenas quatro semanas que estava ausente, mas sentia imenso a falta dela e desejei tê-la comigo neste instante. Não podia imaginar como seria uma pessoa ter de se afastar dos filhos para procurar uma vida melhor sem saber se voltaria a vê-los.

I grew up not liking my father very much. I never saw him cry. But he must have. Everybody cries.

If malice or envy were tangible and had a shape, it would be the shape of a boomerang.

Back in the 1930s, when men with handlebar moustaches played football in long johns and tails, and the ball was a spherical clod of bitumen, did fans weep in the stands when their team lost? No. They limited their responses to a muttered 'blast' or a muted 'hurrah' before going home to smoke a pipe and lean on the mantelpiece.

The mirror is my best friend because when I cry it never laughs.

I like to walk in rain, so that nobody can see my tears.

Your Pain May Give Laugh To Somebody But Your Laugh Shouldn't Give Pain To Anybody

Mirror is my Best Friend because when i Cry it never Laughs.

We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity.

They will always criticize you, speak badly of you, it'll be hard to meet someone who will like you as you are, so live, do what your hear tells you to do ... Life is like a play that does not allow testing. So sing, cry, dance, laugh and live intensely every day of your life, before the curtain closes and the piece ends with no applause.

I remember when one dressed the part for the West End, and strolled with yellow gloves and a walking-stick. But that world has gone, and another takes its place, eyes see differently, emotions react to other themes. Men weep at jazz, and violence has become sexual. Time marches on.

The mirror is my best friend, because when I cry it doesn't laugh.

My pain may be the reason for somebody's laugh. But my laugh must never be the reason for somebody's pain.

To truly laugh, you must be able to take your pain, and play with it.

We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity; more than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.

Sod this,' said Kyle and he swung his axe. Charlotte watched amazed, unable to look away, as the blade sliced clean through the father's neck and his head flew off.

It wasn't the sad things that made him emotional, or the hurtful, and it certainly wasn't fear ...it was simple kindness. It was the decency in the hearts of ordinary people.

One day, when I am a braver man, I will tell her these things, and then I will look her in the eye tell her I love her and ask her to be only mine. But until that day, we're just friends.