Quotes About Emotions

Some of the dumbest things we do are done out of anger and bitterness when someone has wronged us.

It's communication - that's what theatre is all about.

Words are tricky. Sometimes you need them to bring out the hurt festering inside. If you don't, it turns gangrenous and kills you. . . . But sometimes words can break a feeling into pieces.

we cannot force ourselves to love—or to withhold it. At best, we can curb our actions. The heart itself is beyond control. That is its power, and its weakness.

I broke the first rule, the unwritten one, meant not just for warriors but all of us: I took love and used it as a balm to soothe my ego.

You aren't some weak-willed wench. You can control your emotions. Remember all that you've survived. Behave like the queen you are. No one can take your dignity away from you. You lose it only by your own actions.

Push away the past, that vessel in which all emotions curdle to regret.

Loving someone so deeply was dangerous. It made you too vulnerable.

I closed my eyes and willed my breath to slow, my conscious mind to fold itself inward. I could feel heat pulsing from my daughter's head, her frantic thoughts whirling like broken glass. I loosened my hold on my body and dropped into that whirlpool.

Every person has a heart, but we're not always lucky enough to get a glimpse of it. And every heart, even the hardest, has a fragile spot. If you hit it there, it shatters.

To see a loved one in pain is more wrenching than to bear that pain yourself.

Bela had thought she knew what love felt like, but when she saw Sanjay at the airport after six long months, her heart gave a great, hurtful lurch, as though it were trying to leap out of her body to meet him. This, she thought. This is it. But it was only part of the truth. She would learn over the next years that love can feel a lot of different ways, and sometimes it can hurt a lot more.

It feels as though it were just yesterday Grandfather exited my life like a bullet, leaving a bleeding hole behind.

Ah, now I have learned how deep in the human heart vanity lies, vanity which is the other face of the fear of being unloved.

When your heart is crusted over with your own pain, it is easy to feel little for others.

This is the nature of sorrow; often it fades with time, but once in a while it remains lodged below the surface of things, a stubborn thorn beneath a fingernail, making itself felt every time you brush against it. (How well I knew this, for random events would startle me into the memory of a pair of ancient eyes.)

Anger and self-pity are useless emotions, so I push them away and speak calmly, even though my heart is breaking all over again.

Love was full of contradictions. Sometimes the person you loved weakened you and sometimes he or she made you a stronger person.

Why are you attracted to self-sabotage? I

She taught me to close myself off from the sorrow of others so that I might survive

But where love and sorrow bind people together, goodbyes are not so easily said. We were about to discover that.

But when I see Sudha, her face bright with a simple, generous joy, the walls I'd set up so carefully collapse around me like a house of cards. Inside my heart it feels like a wet, new rain. In spite of all my insecurities, in spite of the oceans that'll be between us soon and the men that are between us already, I can never stop loving Sudha. It's my habit, and it's my fate.

Some things can't be spoken. The body alone knows them. It holds them patiently, in its silent, intelligent cells, until you are ready to see.

That's how love stops us when it might be healthier to speak out, to not let frustration and rage build up until it explodes.