Quotes About Emotions

A terrible sadness threatened to overwhelm me as I wondered how two people capable of such love for each other had eventually felt so little for the child they had produced between them.

Even if she had realized that she had a problem, she would not have cared. All she knew was that with each sip she took, the better she felt: her fear receded, her misery disappeared and her confidence grew.

I made a vow to myself, then, that no one would ever control my emotions. I would save love for the children I expected to have and for my animals. I would never allow myself to be made weak by it, never allow anyone to come that close. It was a decision that would cloud my life for many years.

Antoinette felt a pain in her chest that seemed to be a lump made of all the tears she had cried over the years. Where do they come from, she wondered. Is there a sac made of a thin membrane that our grief enters and becomes water, then, once filled, it finally bursts, releasing an unstoppable torrent?

Não vá contar para a sua mãe. Isso é segredo nosso. Se contar, ela não vai acreditar em você. Ela não vai mais amar você...E eu já sabia que isso era verdade.

Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding could ever be.

Lonely, ain't it? Yes, but my lonely is mine. Now your lonely is somebody else's. Made by somebody else and handed to you. Ain't that something? A secondhand lonely.

Love is never any better than the lover.

Je veilig voelen, maakt dat gelukkig?

Others specializing in the field of grief recovery state that the most difficult time following the death of a loved one is usually between seven and nine months afterward.

We were scared. I guess when you're in your twenties, that's how it is. You've got an adult body, but you're trying to make it work with a kid's emotions. With Marilyn and me, it was worse. Our kid emotions didn't even work. We'd been treated too poorly.

A heart of compassion is just as hard to hold within you as one of indifference" -the Truth Bird

I'm sorry that I hurt you." "You didn't hurt me." There was a long pause on the phone. Then she said,"You are going to hurt from this longer than I ever will. It's true that I didn't know what kind of Indian you were. But what hurts me most is to know what kind of man.

Later on, Daisy let him take a shower, because he had been nice and because she had kind of enjoyed it. Then he was gone. He said he was going to show up in the morning and take her out for breakfast, but she blew him off. Another weirdo in her life, she didn't need. He was probably just bullshitting anyway. Daisy cleaned herself up, mailed herself a kiss in the mirror, and hit the streets.

chickened out. They had had a big argument. Marguerite's lips turned down in a pout when she thought

When we allow our faith to be defined by our feelings, we will be confused. Faith must have an objective standard by which it is defined—truth. In fact, when faith operates by an objective standard of truth, it will eventually dictate our emotions rather than the reverse.

We try to... we are, I suppose to a certain extent all affected and erm, that is both funny and sad I think.

Poets are wounded like all other human beings, but they have somehow not been wounded into the condition of speechlessness. Not quite.

The goal of the poem is not to conceal uncertainty and to deliver an airtight argument, or proclamation, or insight, not to arrive at some truth, but rather to display the nature of the speaker's "real-time" sensibility, including its tendency toward indecisiveness and self-contradiction.

The secret of success is learning how to use pain and pleasure instead of having pain and pleasure use you. If you do that, you're in control of your life.

Love, it seems to me, is the condition in which one is most contentedly oneself.

HANNAH: It can be very hard to accept how disappointing life is, Harper, because that's what it is, and you have to accept it. With faith and time and hard work you reach a point where . . . where the disappointment doesn't hurt as much, and then it gets easy to live with. Quite easy. Which . . . is in its own way a disappointment. But.      There.

HARPER: I don't understand why I'm not dead. When your heart breaks, you should die. But there's still the rest of you.

There's no discipline or strategy, nothing depersonalized: its mayhem and each side intensely hates the other.