Quotes About Emotions

Only do what your heart tells you. —Princess Diana

If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they're yours; if they don't, they never were. —Richard Bach

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. —Maya Angelou

He was the soul of kindness and concern. The fact that he had talked to my father about this made me want to stab him. But I only said, "I'll talk to Patrick. This doesn't sit right with me.

Polly había llorado tanto que se sentía deshidratada. El llanto juvenil es una cosa y el llanto adulto otra muy distinta. Las lágrimas de la juventud son limpiadoras, como las siestas o las duchas tonificantes. Una buena llorera hace que el joven que sufre sienta que se ha conseguido algo. Las lágrimas de la edad adulta dejan a la víctima seca y agotada. Dejan los ojos escocidos. Dejan a su paso un dolor bajo las costillas y en la frente.

It isn't always easy to bear your soul to perfect strangers, harder still, sometimes, to do so to loved ones.

If tearing someone's acrylic nails off, glue and all, and cramming them down her throat didn't look so unattractive, I would probably do just that to Drea right now.

What about Melissa?" I ask. "She's angry at you for ending things with her. Maybe this is her way of teaching you a lesson." "A total possibility. I'm definitely sweet and studly enough to drive a girl literally insane, wouldn't you say?" He flexes his biceps to be funny. "Can we please try to be serious here?

parenting always involves this balance between what you know, what you guess, what you fear, and what you imagine.

Rosie was also used to conflicting emotions, for she was a mother and knew every moment of every day that no one out in the world could ever love or value or nurture her children as well as she could and yet that it was necessary nonetheless to send them out into that world anyway.

But happy is harder than it sounds,

Oh the things that hide secretly in our children, lying in wait, doing untold damage, yearning to be free. Alarming us beyond all measure.

But Rosie was also used to conflicting emotions, for she was a mother and knew every moment of every day that no one out in the world could ever love or value or nurture her children as well as she could and yet that it was necessary nonetheless to send them out into that world anyway.

I just feel a little bit sad. Sad isn't bleeding. Sad is okay

Rosie was horrified that Claude felt so precarious outside of it. But Rosie was also used to conflicting emotions, for she was a mother and knew every moment of every day that no one out in the world could ever love or value or nurture her children as well as she could and yet that it was necessary nonetheless to send them out into that world anyway.

It's not that Poppy's the girl and Claude's the boy. There's boy and girl in both of them. They both have what they parade and what they hide. It's that Poppy's the happy child, and Claude is the sad one

That even when what people were waiting for was the worst new of their life or the best, even when the waiting was heavy with implication and consequence, waiting people still transformed into cranky toddlers, impatient and frowning and red-faced infuriated with vending machines that dispensed the wrong thing, and kids who did not use their inside voice.

Some sadness has no remedy. Some sadness you can't make better.

Tears crawled out of Claude's eyes and nose, and besides he was only five, but he tried to comfort his parents anyway. 'I just feel a little bit sad. Sad isn't bleeding. Sad is okay.

She knew that what came out of kids was often terrifying, but its coming out, rather than staying inside, was the happy ending.

It's easier to floss with barbed wire than admit you like someone in middle school.

I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life. And that's the problem. When you're alive, people can hurt you. It's easier to crawl into a bone cage or a snowdrift of confusion. It's easier to lock everybody out. But it's a lie.

It's easier to floss with barbed wire than admit you like someone in middle school.

Write about the emotions you fear the most.