Quotes About Emotions

If what he said was the truth, it broke her heart. If what he said was a lie, it was broken anyway.

Njeriu që nuk qartëson ndjenjat e veta, mbetet në mes të rrugës.

Dashuria e sheh gjithcka ndryshe. Nga të gjitha vetëmashtrimet, ajo është më e përsosura dhe më jetëshkurtra.

Mëkatet e vogla duhet t'i bashkojmë me të mëdhatë, në mënyrë që të zhdukim shijen e humbjes së ndjenjave.

Ka njerëz që kanë nevojë për të: një dashuri të madhe dhe të paarritshme. Ajo anë e mirë e jetës, e cila ty të shkakton dhimbje dhe të kujton se sa banale dhe e ligë është pjesa tjetër.

Ne kemi nevojë për dy burra: një të heshtur për dashuri dhe një të zgjuar, që ta dëgjojmë gjithë ditën. Ose asnjë, sepse ndjenjat që investohen qëndrojnë në një raport të papranueshëm me rezultatin.

Contentment and happiness are contagious, I think.

When you talk, your face has more moves than Lebron James.

We're cool," I say calmly, although I feel something else. I feel... sad. Like I've lost something I never quite had.

Advances in biological knowledge have highlighted the potential chronicity of effects of childhood maltreatment, demonstrating particular life challenges in managing emotions, forming and maintaining healthy relationships, healthy coping, and holding a positive outlook of oneself.

Le tumulte et le désordre de notre esprit diminuent notre libre arbitre, le rendent esclave de nos émotions, c'est-à-dire des circonstances.

I once heard my mother tell my sister love only comes at a price, there's no way around it. You give up parts of yourself for love, she said. If that's true, I thought, the cost of our love had risen. And despite wanting to be as real to you as you were to me, I couldn't afford us any longer. We were beyond my means.

Only so much truth can exist between two people until it becomes too much, and then they can't bear to be around each other.

My heart was defective. It was defecting a little more each day.

Jarrod frowned like he felt bad for me, and I thought I saw maybe even a hint of tears in his eyes, like he was attending the funeral of a good friend who had died in an accident, and was looking down at his dead body, thinking, That's not him, the way I'd thought when I saw my grandmother in her casket, all made up with colors she'd have never chosen for herself had she been alive.

We spent the night smiling politely at each other through this glass barrier that felt like it had sprung up right behind my eyes. Like I was trapped inside myself, and the me who danced awkwardly with her on the floor was this stand-in, making dumb jokes while I beat against the glass wall, beat against it with my fists and then my head...

We're happier when the assholes are villains.

Yeats was straight, but as Auden wrote in 'In Memory of WB Yeats': "You were silly like us.

Political activists rarely like fiction of any kind. Literature is about ambiguity, mixed emotions, and guilty pleasures. Politics is about ideals and action.

I can't ask you to banish your fears, your anxiety or your anger...But don't let them use you up.

She's crushed,' McLeod said. 'That's why she came forward. She blames herself for what happened to Anezka.

A woman broke up with me, and sent me pictures of her and her new boyfriend in bed together. Solution? I sent them to her dad.

Architectural gestures affect us in similar ways to human gestures.

Looking down upon us maybe God laughs, but at the same time he cries too.