Quotes About Emotions

Tunc amo, tunc odi frustra, quod amare necesse est; tunc ego, sed tecum, mortuus esse uelim.

And besides, we lovers fear everything

or that writing a poem you can read to no one is like dancing in the dark.

To feed her love on melancholy sorrow

And yet, no joy is ever unalloyed, and worry worms its way into delight

Quem põe ponto final numa paixão com o ódio, ou ainda ama, ou não consegue deixar de sofrer.

Vain sopimaton miellyttää, vain oma nautinto kiinnostaa, ja toisten murheet viihdyttävät eniten.

I have no language to paint the horrors of our situation. To shed tears was indeed altogether unavailing and withal unmanly yet I was not able to deny myself the relief they served to afford me.

I don't think I like you, said she. That's all square enough. You're goin' to love me before we get through

I love you all; I love you more than life itself, but you're all fucking mad.

I don't know if you suffer in the same way, but with me the act of talking in the nature of real mashed potatoes always induces a sort of prickly sensation and a hideous feeling of shame, together with a marked starting of the pores.

Bitter, too, to be forced to acknowledge in one's heart how little love has to do with kindness.

Emotions are ill-suited for creating systems, my father's friend said, disheartened, whereas that's what we're talking about.

Loving him didn't fix anything. Loving him didn't change anything. Loving him simply made everything else bearable.

When a girl uses six derogatory adjectives in her attempt to paint the portrait of the loved one, it means something. One may indicate a merely temporary tiff. Six is big stuff.

When it comes to letting the world in on the secrets of his heart, he has about as much shrinking reticence as a steam calliope.

I never said I didn't like kissing you. The problem is too many guys have like kissing you. - Erik Night to Zoey Redbird (Ch 26)

Then your heart is a black, shriveled thing, because you absolutely betray me.

A heart's a hard thing to live without. I should know. I've tried it, he said.

She turned her face to me. 'Can you tell I've been crying?' For the gazillionth time, no. You look fine.' Shit. I knew it. I look terrible.' 'Aphrodite! I just said you look fine.' 'Yeah, well, fine is fine for most people. For me it's terrible.

Daughter, that's life: messy, confusing, heartbreaking, but wonderful.

She's way too old to be acting a fool because she has a screwed-up mommy." "Please. Just please with the blame-my-mommy-'cause-I'm-a-bitch crap

How the hell could Rhiannon keep people loyal to her if she was such a bitch?" Alanna gave me a knowing look. "I mean female people. It's obvious how she kept her men happy." My hands were planted on my hips and I was tapping my foot in time with my anger. (I looked very teacherish—as a matter of fact, I felt the sudden desire to reprimand a teenager. But there's never one around when you need one.)

No, my young apprentice. You said the exact right thing. Again. I'm just laughing at life. Why? he asked, opening both his eyes. Because sometimes it's either laugh or cry. I prefer laugh. How about you?