Quotes About Emotions

So old and persistent did Mother's unhappiness seem that I had never stopped to ask its true cause. Nothing is more acceptable than that which we are born into.

And somewhere inside me I felt an awful feeling that something in my life was coming quietly to an end.

I put on the earphones of my portable CD player and listen to Non-Stop Trance Adventure. As I dance, I begin to feel warm and turn off the heat. I wonder why I'm such a difficult person and I look up at the heater and think of my stubbornness. Tears stream down my face, but I keep on dancing.

Sejak bertemu dengannya, aku tidak pernah merasa tenang... Dia telah membuatku berayun di antara harapan dan ketakutan...

Holding her hand and then having her squeeze right back or having her smile at you when your eyes meet, that's all fine but you haven't heard exactly how the other feels yet. When I think back, that time when you've got all these feelings growing inside, well that was when it was most fun.

We want to be loved; failing that, admired; failing that, feared; failing that, hated and despised. At all costs we want to stir up some sort of feeling in others. Our soul abhors a vacuum. At all costs it longs for contact.

A pregnant woman is a frightful object. A new-born child is loathsome. A deathbed rarely makes so horrible an impression as childbirth, that terrible symphony of screams and filth and blood.

Nothing diminishes and degrades a human being more than the knowledge of being unloved.

Una mujer embarazada es una cosa horrible. Un niño recién nacido es repugnante. Un lecho de muerte rara vez produce una impresión tan abominable como un nacimiento, esa atroz sinfonía de chillidos, porquería y sangre

Jag har gråa dagar och svarta stunder. Jag är inte lycklig. Dock känner jag ingen som jag ville byta med; mitt hjärta krymper ihop vid föreställningen att jag kunde vara den eller den bland mina bekanta. Nej, jag ville inte vara någon annan. ... Jag tycker inte särdeles mycket om mig själf, hvarken skalet eller innanmätet. Men jag ville inte vara någon annan.

People want to be loved; failing that admired; failing that feared; failing that hated and despised. They want to evoke some sort of sentiment. The soul shudders before oblivion and seeks connection at any price.

From time to time, I'll look back through the personal journals I've scribbled in throughout my life, the keepers of my raw thoughts and emotions. The words poured forth after my dad died, when I went through a divorce, and after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. There are so many what-ifs scribbled on those pages.

Those who really love you don't mean to hurt you and if they do, you can't see it in their eyes but it hurts them too.

Once someone's hurt you, it's harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn't stop you from wanting them.

Those who really love you don't mean to hurt you and if they do, you can't see it in their eyes but it hurts them too.

You really do want me,' I say, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath as it hitches. 'And you hate it.

And the single last thing in my head: that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

I need you to be happy. I need one of us to be happy.

Having a heart is terrible, but you need one anyway.

I can't trust the people I care about not to hurt me. And I'm not sure I can trust myself not to hurt them, either.

I get why he chose her. I just wish she had chosen me.

A heart of stone can still be broken.

That boy is your weakness.

She looks honestly upset, but then, I've learned that I can't read her. The problem with a really excellent liar is that you have to just assume they're always lying.