Quotes About Emotions

I was so jealous it burned, and I knew I had to let it alone or I'd break something inside me.

I drew a chair up beside her and sang. All I do is dream of you the whole night through . . . It was a horrible rendition, and I quite enjoyed attempting it, setting the notes free from the song as each one went farther and farther astray.

Marriage is no real excuse for not loving.

Do you think that maybe we're able to love someone best when that person doesn't know how we feel?

This girl had been looking on with her hair hanging over her face, only partly hiding a cruel-looking scar; her eyes shone with hatred. Not necessarily hatred of your father or of puppets or the other children, but a hatred of make-believe, which did not heal, but was only useful to the people who didn't need it.

And no matter how many times the girl offered her hand, her mother refused it. It was the usual struggle between one who loves by accepting burdens and one who loves by refusing to be one. Really the mother's pursuit of pills wasn't motivated by the necessity of avoiding pain, but a determination to avoid any feeling at all. That's why the pills were better than holding the child's hand.

Love is like a magic carpet with a mind of its own. You step on that carpet and it takes you places–marvelous places, odd places, terrifying places, places you'd never have been able to reach on foot. Yeah, love's a real adventure! But you go where the carpet goes; after you've stepped onto it you don't get to choose a goddamned thing.

She had a new bracelet on, stacked with emeralds brighter than her eyes. I hate rich people.

Were those exact words said: 'I no longer love you'?" "No." "No. Hardly anybody ever says it like that, do they? They simply become unkind.

I hate that my life is teaching me that I can only be loved if I put my love out of reach and just drift above people until they love my remoteness.

Sometimes I say terrible things to him because I don't want him to know I'm sad; sometimes I fly off the handle to hide the fact that I don't know what I'm talking about. And other times--too often, maybe--I don't dare have an opinion in case it upsets anyone.

Glad you like it- I don't know what this song is called, but it's probably quite a bit older than we are. The truth is we've got a nostalgic ghost for a DJ around here.

She never was able to surrender a feeling without a review of its peaks and low points.

It was the usual struggle between one who loves by accepting burdens and one who loves by refusing to be

What's the matter, Jess? Why are you sad?' And she'd have to explain that she wasn't sad, just tired, though how she could be so tired in the middle of the day with the sun shining and everything, she didn't know. It made her feel ashamed.

My head got so heavy, it sank down into my chest. So say whatever it is you think you've got to say, St. John. That you're not in love with me. That you need to be alone. Say it. I'm not going to like it, no, I won't like it at all. But I'll be all right.

When Jonas came to the phone I asked him if he remembered that we used to kiss. "I remember," he said tersely. "Is that why you called?

If love diminishes, it quickly fails and rarely revives.

It turns out that the average annoyed American only needs to pull three terrible faces before she feels better.

There are still days when I can only work out whether or not I'm upset by looking at my face.

There are real books all around the house, everywhere. She could pick one up and in mere seconds she could be involved in something that makes her laugh and feel nervous and hot and cold and forgive the world its absurdity.

I wanted to ask her if she meant to spend the night here as well, but I didn't want her to say yes. It could be that she was in some kind of mood and just wanted a nap and my question might force her to adopt a stance. She does that, I've noticed; she lashes out when she thinks she's been given a cue.

The situation improved once it occurred to them that they should also talk; as they came to understand each other they learned that what they'd been afraid of was running out of self. On the contrary the more they loved the more there was to love

Isn't that what you thought you'd bought . . . affectionate obedience? Somebody who wouldn't feel any more or any less than you wanted her to feel, someone who'd love but not dare to—whatever it turns out I've dared to do. But really you shouldn't be surprised this happened; this is what you get for placing people in your debt in such a way that they can never repay it!