Quotes About Emotions

I ... am left with the lingering feeling that the places we go in our minds to find comfort have little to do with where our bodies go.

And even if she loses the charms, she thinks, they'll always be a part of her. The things that matter stay with you, seep into your skin. People get tattoos to have a permanent reminder of things they love or believe or fear, but though she'll never regret the turtle, she has no need to ink her flesh again to remember the past. She had not known the markings would be etched so deep.

Though I lived with this man for my entire life, I never really knew him. He was like a frozen bay himself, I think—an icy crust, layers deep, above roiling water.

I wonder, not for the first time, if shame and pride are merely two sides of the same coin.

It's a peculiar kind of dissatisfaction, a bittersweet nostalgia for a moment not yet past.

I wonder, not for the first time, if shame and pride are merely two sides of the same coin. In a

I get the sense that my abandonment, and the circumstances that brought me to them, matter little to them, compared to the need I might fill in their lives. - (Niamh/Dorothy)

Before we leave the gravesite, Mary sings Mother's favorite gospel hymn ... Mary's lovely voice rises and lingers in the air, and by the end of the song most of us are crying. I am too, though I still don't know what those stars are meant to represent. My mistake, I suppose, is in thinking they should mean something.

notice." The false cheer in her voice is evidence of how

I hate her for it. For seeing me clearly, for not seeing me at all.

We sit in silence, the air between bristling with words unsaid.

It's hard to say what's in my head. It's been a long time since anyone cared to ask.

I remember her words to me when I left school: Your mind will be your comfort. It is, sometimes. And sometimes it isn't.

The hands clasped together symbolize friendship. The heart is love. And the crown stands for loyalty

Time constricts and flattens, you know. It's not evenly weighted. Certain moments linger in the mind and others disappear.

She has learned that she can control her emotions by thinking of her chest cavity as an enormous box with a chain lock. She opens the box and stuffs in any stray unmanageable feelings, any wayward sadness or regret, and clamps it shut.

It's a bitter nostalgia from a moment not yet passed.

And if I'm honest, there's something else. Gertrude has become a stand-in for anyone who ever pitied me, didn't try to understand me, abandoned me. She gives my bitterness a place to dwell.

Every person you've ever cared about, and every place you've ever loved, is one of these shells. You're the thread that ties them together," she'd said, touching Mathinna's cheek. "You carry the people and places you cherish with you.

The things that matter stay with you, seep into your skin

Las cosas que importan se quedan contigo, se filtran en tu piel.

Eighty-two years later, the sound of her crying still haunts me. If only I had paid closer attention to why she was crying instead of simply trying to quiet her. If only I had paid closer attention.

for the first time since the fire, my worries are gone. I feel a joy so strong it's almost painful—a knife's edge of joy.

I believe in ghosts. They're the ones who haunt us, the ones who have left us behind. Many times in my life I have felt them around me, observing, witnessing, when no one in the living world knew or cared what happened.