Quotes About Emotions

Whom first we love, you know, we seldom wed.

Happiness and sadness run parallel to each other. When one takes a rest, the other one tends to take up the slack.

Our thoughts have prepared for us the happiness or unhappiness we experience.

For instance man feels the sensation of joy and depression in the center called solar plexus; however, this does not mean that joy or depression is there, but that this center is sensitive to such experiences.

She takes a deep breathe, "Honey, you will hear this many times, but this will be the hardest heartbreak, your first love always is.

but if I've learned one thing, it's this: forgiveness is crucial. If you can't forgive someone you're mad at, that anger will poison you. You have to learn to let it go"... "people have reasons for doing the things that they do, especially when they care about you. You may not always understand what they are, but if you can try to understand the person then you might see that they really care, despite what happened." pg 100 Meredith to Vlad

It's funny how getting stabbed through the heart by a friend can bring your whole school year down.

Because all endings have a certain a certain amount of pain, just as all beginnings contain a certain amount of joy.

He knew with absolutely certainty why his chest felt so heavy and his stomach ached. Because pieces of your heart clearly weigh more when they're sitting shattered at the bottom of your stomach.

Because all endings have a certain amount of pain, just as all beginnings contain a certain amount of joy.

I don't know whether to punch you or hug you.

I need so to love a person-be it girl or boy, friend or enemy. And without being able to, I sort of dry up.

i know they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. but sometimes, absence can also reveal the waning of once fond feelings. time passes and it's a surprise to realize that you haven't missed him, or her, or the place or the job that once felt like a match.

no, i don't, i told him. i'm not sure that it matters what you care about. maybe it's the caring itself that matters.

you feel things real strong, leanne, even if you pretend you don't. you're my girl that way.

The low noise he uttered in response sounded very much like a laugh. Her heart bloomed like a flower, for she had almost begun to believe she would never hear such a thing from her husband, and she was so glad she had.

You forgot my birthday, too." "And mine." The girls looked miserable. The King opened his mouth, then shut it. "Sir!" whined Lord Teddie. "You forgot my birthday, too!" Bramble gave a surprised laugh, then slapped her hand over her mouth, as though shocked at letting it out. The tension broke. The girls laughed sheepishly, and Lord Teddie beamed. He probably did not have many ladies think him funny. In fact, he probably got slapped by a lot of them.

What did Fairweller say? When you delivered the note?" "Oh," said Clover, calming a little. "Well...nothing, actually. I sort of...accidentally...tore it to pieces." "Accidentally," Azalea echoed. "And threw it into the fire," said Clover. "Oh.

The Harold Herald, alive with news of the war, even printed an extra edition the next day, and among the news of the front page, the girls discovered that Minister Fairweller had been wounded. Clover, so tenderhearted, cried. "Oh,he's probably all right," said Bramble. "It would take a lot to kill him. Like garlic and a stake through the heart." Clover still cried. That was Clover for you.

Keeper!" He inhaled slowly, took Azalea's outstretched hand-shudders went through her throat, he felt so solid -and pressed the brooch into her marked palm. "I was only picking it up," he said, quietly. His thumb rubbed the red nail mark on her hand. A smile crossed his lips. "Temper, temper.

I sort of......accidentally....tore it to pieces. And threw it in the fire. Well, he was mine after all.

Wait - Miss Bramble-" "Don't call me that!" said Azalea. Something, perhaps hurt, flickered through Mr. Bradford's soft eyes. "Princess Bramble," he said.

Once again, Azalea stood in the midst of girls, the familiar chin wobbles and wet cheeks overcoming them. Jessamine curled up on the floor, her lacy pantelettes poking up in black ruffles, and began to wail in a tiny crystalline voice. "I have a watch." Azalea started, remembering Lord Bradford.

The girl inhaled sharply at this last bit, the word 'father'. They leaned into Azalea's nightgown as Mr. Pudding, fumbling with his great ring of keys, locked the ballroom door with a click-click. Seeing the younger girls start to tear up, he gave them his lamp and promised to send biscuits and tea to their room, nearly crying himself. But he did not unlock the ballroom.