Quotes About Emotions

Enxuguei os olhos com as pontas do cachecol enquanto caminhava, repetidas vezes e à pressa, para passar despercebido. Na verdade, ninguém estava a olhar para mim, eu queria era passar despercebido a mim próprio. Eu sabia, bem de mais, que existe uma lei interna segundo a qual não se deve nunca começar a chorar, quando se tem demasiados motivos para o fazer.

O gatinho, porque estava morto, tinha-me apanhado a matar. Que não tenha havido intenção, só piorava as coisas. A ternura monstruosa enreda-se na culpa de forma diferente da crueldade intencionada. Mais profunda. E mais longamente.

Quase nunca choro. Não sou mais forte do que aqueles que ficam de olhos molhados, sou mais fraco. Eles arriscam. Quando se tem só pele e osso, sentimentos são coragem. Eu prefiro ser cobarde.

Llevo un equipaje de silencio. Me he rodeado de un silencio tan hondo y duradero que nunca acierto a abrirme con las palabras. Cuando hablo, solamente me cierro de otra manera.

I have been a live girlfriend to twenty one bachelors and a vengeful ex- girlfriend to another three men keen to return to bachelorhood.

Football is, after all, a wonderful way to get rid of your aggressions without going to jail for it.

I wish that I could turn back time cause now the guilt is all mine can't live without the trust from those you love I know we can't forget the past you can't forget love & pride because of that, it's killing me inside - Mike Wyzgowski (interpreted)

Those who hate themselves, cannot love or trust others.

Are you afraid of other people? I know that by keeping others at a distance you avoid a betrayal of your trust, but you must endure the loneliness. Man can never completely erase this sadness, because all men are fundamentally alone. Pain is something man must carry in his heart, and since the heart feels pain so easily, some believe that life is pain.

I'm often told that those who don't like themselves set high expectations for themselves, but ? think people who say that don't really understand how painful it is.

Love is so great... So why does it have to go so wrong?

For better or worse, she was the lady Soraya. And the lady Soraya would never dream of missing the warm bulk of Casia's body between her and the hearth, or the comforting drone of Ludo's snores. Or the wry laughter of a slave... a slave, for Azura's sake! The lady Soraya needed no one. The lady Soraya cried herself to sleep.

Things that other people do, or that happen to people you love, are some of the things you can't fight.

Makenna's "He does" clashed with Cogswhallop's "She does." They looked at each other, and she saw the love in his eyes -- but he saw the truth in hers. "He does," she told the Hierarch firmly.

It's a panic attack, he told himself. That's all it is. But knowing that fact and somehow separating himself from the tentacles of fear and dread were different things.

Show me a mother who says she is 100 percent gentle, 100 percent of the time, and I'll show you a mother in deep, deep denial, and probably passive-agressive to boot." - Lynn Siprelle

If you are without impulses, you are, to a degree, without joy..." 469

Those who think a heart cannot break have led blessed and sheltered lives.

No. I am not sad. I am not allowed to be. I am too useful to be sad.

So this morning--waking early, brooding on what Liz said last night--he wonders, why should my wife worry about women who have no sons? Possibly it's something women do: spend time imagining what it's like to be each other.

He, Cromwell, watches. They are not the same couple from day to day: sometimes doting, sometimes chilly and distanced. The billing and cooing, on the whole, is the more painful to watch." 516

He had only thought, and Wolsey had only thought, that the Emperor and Spain would be against it. Only the Emperor. He smiles in the dark, hands behind his head. He doesn't say which people, but waits for Liz to tell him. 'All women,' she says. 'All women everywhere in England. All women who have a daughter but not a son. All women who have lost a child. All women who have lost any hope of having a child. All women who are forty.

His suppressed grief becomes anger. But what can he do with anger? It must also be suppressed.

They have never had a harsh word till today, he thinks, and perhaps what has passed is less harsh than sad: that a son can think evil of his father as if he is a stranger and you cannot tell what he might do; as if he is a traveller on the road, who might bless your journey and cheer you on, or equally rob you and roll you in a ditch.