Quotes About Emotions

Sometimes love comes quickly, sometimes more slowly. Real love comes in its own time," she said. It

Lovehandles, the station where love is more than just a song. This is Peter `Punch' O'Brien and Judy Bently. Punch and Judy in the morning.

Your dad used to say that our problems disappear when we laugh and I think he was right. They do, even if only for those few minutes while we are laughing.

Guilt is a good friend, isn't it? It will stand at your back when every other friend has abandoned you, and in the face of all reason it will stay by your side, and even when you tell it, "I am moving on now," it will say, "I shall never leave you; never." If only I could find a lover as faithful as guilt.

Where the rivers meet you tell me of your black dreams. Your memories make me uneasy. But I listen because I know my listening, like all other listening allows you to heal.

I had to face it - there were warning signs I chose to ignore when I first fell in love with him

Just make sure the unknown is a place you the writer understand. If you're going to write, you have to love. ... You have to fall on your face, swim against the tide, make terrible mistakes, and pay the price; you have to tune in, turn on, drop out, drop back in, fight, cry, lose, win. ... Above all, don't get too comfortable. Go out there and get your heart broken. You won't be able to write until you do.

The loneliest days are the ones where you keep company with someone you love who can't hear you.

Each of us carries a sleeping tiger inside, and we can't predict when that cat will wake, stretch, and sharpen its claws.

We think of our emotions as being the result of something happening to us, but happiness is a choice.

She was beginning to think that the death of somebody you loved was like throwing rocks in a pond. Piles and piles of rocks: the ripples kept on spreading, disrupting the smooth surface of your life long after you'd lost track of where, exactly, the rocks went into the water.

nobody escapes this sick feeling that comes with discovering, over and over again, that the people you love are not who you thought they were.

She supposed it was a universal truth that mothers, after tearing out their hair and tacking their raw beating hearts to the outsides of their clothing for anyone to see, were given no warning that some-day their baby-holding days would be over.

Nobody outside a marriage can really know what's happening on the inside of it.

We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.

Grief shared is half grief; Joy shared is double joy.

Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.

When women love, they forgive everything, even our crimes; when they do not love, they cannot forgive anything, not even our virtues.

The passion of love is essentially selfish, while motherhood widens the circle of our feelings.

People exaggerate both happiness and unhappiness; we are never so fortunate nor so unfortunate as people say we are.

The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.

What is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?

We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.