Quotes About Emotions

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.

Yeah, good to see you too. Her hand stays on the gun. "Did I say it was good to see you, Joe? "No, but I always try to read between the lines. Figured you going for your gun was how you express affection these days.

Most undercover cops are vastly skilled at compartmentalization. It is a talent as valued as lying. They seal off their real feelings and create imitation emotions. Easily torn down when it's time to show the badge, drag someone downtown, and sit across from him in an interrogation cell and tell him how fucked he is now.

When I'm writing, I'm trying to immerse myself in the chaos of an emotional experience, rather than separate myself from it and look back at it from a distance with clarity and tell it as a story. Because that's how life is lived, you know?

As a writer, or as a filmmaker, you have to present yourself, and part of what yourself is is what you're interested in, or what you think is funny, or what you think is sad, or what you think is horrible.

And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I've felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I've been pretending I'm OK, just to get along, just for, I don't know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody. Amen.

Oh yeah? Go fuck yourself. He hung up. I called back ten minutes later, thinking it was an appropriate amount of time to have gone and fucked oneself.

People say you have to work on your resentments. Yeah, no, I'm gonna hang onto them and they're gonna fuel my attack.

You either love or you hate. You live in the middle, you get nothing.

I think my passion is misinterpreted as anger sometimes. And I don't think people are ready for the message that I'm delivering, and delivering with a sense of violent love.

I'm always open to a relationship, but I'm not putting those feelers out there now.

I am a relationship girl. That's kind of just how I'm made... When you're in my life, it's actually very contained.

I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.

Ameresti il tuo nemico, ameresti il tuo nemico, io lo sto già facendo pare sia il mio hobby preferito! "La bella e la bestia

I hated the idea of a high school sweetheart. Growing up, oh my God, it just made me sick. I wanted to have a range of cool boyfriends. I wanted to travel around and date these interesting men. Then it just happened. You fall in love.

It's relatively easy, you know, when you don't see someone. To kid yourself that you really don't love them any more.

Had I ever been in love. When B and I were together, I thought from then on I would never be out of love. The magic was it would never, ever end, and even though it has ended, it never really has. Even now, yes, after all this time, and after everything that has happened, sometimes I feel a sudden tug on my heart, and my breath catches in my throat, just when I think of him, just when I remember, when I remember how it all was.

I shall be called discontented. I could not help it: the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.

I would always rather be happy than dignified.

The human heart has hidden treasures,In secret kept, in silence sealed.

Reason sits firm and holds the reins, and she will not let the feelings burst away and hurry her to wild chasms. The passions may rage furiously, like true heathens, as they are; and the desires may imagine all sorts of vain things: but judgment shall still have the last word in every argument, and the casting vote in every decision.

Cheerfulness, it would appear, is a matter which depends fully as much on the state of things within, as on the state of things without and around us.

No mockery in the world ever sounds to me as hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure.

I'm going to cut you," Georgiana murmured. "I'm going to mark that face of yours and show him what I'm capable of." "He'd still love me," Elizabeth whispered. "It's a concept you could never understand, Georgiana.