Quotes About Emotions

It goes back to keeping things equal. Friendship feels really demeaning if one person still likes the other more, which is probably what caused the breakup in the first place. It's such a misnomer that 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend' have the word 'friend' in them. I don't know, Dom. It's screwed up that people who dug each other enough to go out can't at least stay friends afterward. Spoken by a true love virgin.

I go back to my desk, flip open my cell, and stare at the keypad. I want to hear his voice so badly, to be connected to him, to ask him why and how and what I can do to make it better. But you can't force someone to love you.

Back in high school, I never understood how Amy could enjoy getting with guys just for the short haul. In a way, though, making out like this is more enjoyable because there's no pressure for me to not do or say anything stupid. What's the worst that can happen if I do? So I'm freer to focus on what I'm feeling, not what he feels about me.

There's nothing like feeling like sh_t to kill your libido.

Ultimately, I have no power over what he or any boy thinks of me.

When presented with a member of the opposite sex, some of us get numbers and some of us throw up.

But when I gave bl0w jobs to my ex, I secretly hated it. What's pleasant about sucking on a stiff, veiny appendage that spurts pee and sperm?

The other big con is whether having sex could cause me to more than just like like Guy. But that could happen even if we don't sleep together. You don't even need to date a boy to dream about marrying him.

Cuteness and kindness are often inversely proportional in people.

That's the thing about exes - for eternity you feel like rivals in a kind of happiness contest, and losing would be the epitome of tragedy.

That I don't feel upset by us really being over almost trivializes how special and intense our relationship once was.

The more I hurt, the more I knew I loved, and that felt like a good thing. So that I'm letting go of the pain means I'm also letting go of the love.

When did you stop caring for me? Certainly not before Thanksgiving. You certainly wouldn't accept a blow job from someone if you were thinking about breaking up with her.

How is it that two people can be in the same relationship and still have completely different ideas of what's going on?

I've come to see our central nervous system as a kind of vintage switchboard, all thick foam wires and old-fashioned plugs. The circuitry isn't properly equipped; after a surplus of emotional information the system overloads, the circuit breaks, the board runs dark. That's what shock is.

Self-hate is rarely unconditional.

I have come to love you in spite of--- Do I want to be loved in spite of?...Does anyone?

His nervous eyes watched me above his words, apologizing for the ways the excuses weren't right even as he couldn't stop presenting them.

What can one do with levels of gloom and guilt, fear and disbelief, of bewilderment above one's capacity to register?

Love was now a mild streamlet that advanced in drips around my feet; despite how hard I worked at tenderness, I could not drown in a thing that shallow.

Of course I have nightmares-Who doesn't?

I will conduct myself with all due decorum. Mr. Crepsley said pompously, then added beneath his breath, but I will miss her. With all my heart and soul, I miss her.

Grubbs cries out and wraps his arms around the little girl, hugging her like a doll, weeping while we stare at the pair of them, bewildered. When he finally stops crying, he releases Bec and grubs shakily at her, then casts his gaze over the rest of us, his features firm. Show of hands. Who's going to help me and Bec kick some Shadow ass? Five arms rise immediately.

Those who hate are doomed to become slaves to their hatred. It consumes them like a disease, but it is an illness they cannot–or do not want to–live without.