Quotes About Emotions

Still shaking, in the pew, I understood that it isn't the dead we cry for. We cry for ourselves, and I didn't deserve my own pity.

The worst thing would be to decide that it was love, and then to discover - after one was taken - that it hadn't been. No: the worst thing would be to decide that it wasn't love, and then to discover years later - old and unconsoled - that it had been. No: the worst thing - the worst, worst thing - was this having to decide.

Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive .

turned out that the only difference between children and adults was that children were prepared to put twice the energy into the project of not being sad.

In a few breaths' time I will speak some sad words to you. But you must hear them the same way we have agreed to see scars now. Sad words are just another beauty.....

It turned out that the only difference between children and adults was that children were prepared to put twice the energy into the project of not being sad.

I ask you right here to agree with me that a scar is never ugly. That is what scar makers want us to think. But you and I, we must see all scars as beauty... because take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived. Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this story teller is alive. The next think you know, something fine will happen to her, something marvelous, and then she will turn around and smile.

If you cannot read the beautiful things that have happened in someone's life, why should you care about their sadness?

The true moments of one's life were sadder for the fact that they must always be synchronized with the ordinary: with rail timetables, with breaks in traffic.

If I was telling this story to the girls from back home, I would have to explain to them how it was possible to be drowning in a river of people and also feel so very, very alone.

We have our agreement about scars, I know, but this time I looked away because sometime you can see too much beauty.

She supposed she must be in love. That [he] was slightly infuriating, and that she didn't mind in the slightest, might be proof of it.

It was depression that killed Andrew, of course - depression and guilt. But my son didn't believe in death, let alone in the capacity of mere emotions to cause it.

When you make a man ashamed, you make him dangerous.

Siz makineler dünyas?nda ya??yorsunuz ve kalbi çarpan ?eylerin dü?ünü kuruyorsunuz.Biz makineleri dü?lüyoruz çünkü çarpan kalplerin bizi terk etti?ini gördük.

Tom wouldn't want us to be sad. I took crocuses to his grave this morning. I arranged them as best I could, and then I came home.....One does not rise above the everyday simply because one ought to. In the end I suppose we lay flowers on a grave because we cannot lay ourselves on it.

You live in a world of machines and you dream of things with beating hearts. We dream of machines, because we see where beating hearts have left us.

In a few breaths' time I will speak some sad words to you. But you must hear them the same way we have agreed to see scars now. Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive. The next thing you know, something fine will happen to her, something marvelous, and then she will turn around and smile.

In the history of the world there was not one example of a man ever having written a satisfactory letter to a woman who mattered to him.

Sometimes I feel as lonely as the Queen of England.

You could only be sad if you let yourself join the dots, if you allowed the scatter of moments in their totality to have some kind of a downward trend that you might be dumb enough to extrapolate.

did not cry when they killed my sister but I did cry when I heard the music coming out of the soldiers' truck because I was thinking, That is my sister's favorite song and she will never hear it again.

That is the nature of this madness. It fills the sky with barrage balloons and people's eyes with hate.

I wasn't going to get such a nice car - I was going to get a cute little hybrid or something, keep the trees happy - but then my grandfather died, and it was all: retail therapy!