Quotes About Emotions

It was strange how he'd always made her feel like they were winning as a couple, even when they were breaking up.

staring at herself in speckled mirrors with a dizzy feeling of dissociation as she tried to work out who she really was without people who loved her to reflect back her personality.

All her children would be single. All possible grandchildren swept off the table in one fell swoop. It would knock her for six, as their father would say. He hated cricket, but liked that particular sporting colloquialism.

It was like every fight she'd ever had with her sisters. A wave of rage would sweep her up and carry her high and righteous until she did something embarrassingly excessive. Then it would dump her, splat, leaving her stupid and small.

Separation anxiety was the very first label Joy heard applied to her oldest child, the first of many labels she'd hear over the years, but Joy had felt no sense of foreboding when she heard that first one. She'd felt foolish pride: my child can't bear to be separated from me! That's how much she loves me. Amy used to cling to her like a koala, her face pressed against Joy's collarbone.

Full-time work caused a kind of claustrophobic terror to build and build within her chest until one day there was a humiliating emotional spillage that resulted in her termination or resignation

Amy once told Joy that she had no idea how lonely it felt to be single. Joy had wanted to tell her that you could still be lonely when you were married, that there had been times when she had woken up day after day crushed with loneliness, and still made breakfast for four children.

Now we're not talking. I haven't seen him since. But I know when he comes back, we won't talk. Or if we do, we'll talk very, very politely and coldly--which is the same as not talking.

And of course Madison would have been smart enough to pick up on Alice's resentment. She was already a child who felt everything far too deeply. She'd seen her mother's friend killed in an accident and then her parents separated. No

I can't be in the same room as you right now." She hopped out of bed, taking the iPad with her. "Be ridiculous, then," said Ed.

Do not engage. Remove yourself from the emotional minefield.

Don't let your heart be a casualty of your head." She wanted Masha to understand that her state of mind was just as important as the state of her body.

You know, Madison, people are going to say mean things to you all through your life, and if you keep reacting like that, you're going to end up in jail.

But the truth was, she felt deeply hurt on his behalf, and somehow responsible, as if she'd messed up.

My husband hits me, Renata. Never on the face of course. He's far too classy for that. Does yours hit you? And if he does, and this is the question that really interests me: Do you hit back? "I'm fine," she said.

A woman wants to be adored but she doesn't want reverence.

dissatisfied feeling she often experienced when

The violence of her thoughts startled her and woke her up. She

She grabbed a towel from the rail and wrapped it around him, lifting him straight out of the bath, kicking and screaming. She carried him into his bedroom and laid him with elaborate care on the bed because she was terrified she might throw him against the wall.

Before meeting your baby it is impossible to know how profound the feeling of love is and how intense the anxious feelings about your baby's survival and well-being can be. —Baby Love, "Australia's Baby-Care Classic," by Robin Barker

Her focus had always been on how his actions affected her feelings, as if his role was to do things for her, to her, and all that mattered was her emotional response to him, as if a "man" were a product or a service, and she'd finally chosen the right brand to get the right response.

Forty. She could still feel "forty" the way it felt when she was fifteen. Such a colorless age. Marooned in the middle of your life. Nothing would matter all that much when you were forty. You wouldn't have real feelings when you were forty, because you'd be safely cushioned by your frumpy forty-ness. Forty-year-old woman found dead. Oh dear. Twenty-year-old woman found dead. Tragedy! Sadness! Find that murderer!

Porque en tus hijos hay algo que saca al niño que hay en ti. Nada ni nadie puede sacarte de quicio como tu hijo.

The violent chords and strident voices were so startlingly different from the chiming, bubbling relaxation tapes she played all day that it was like having a bucket of cold water thrown over her head. The Violent Femmes reminded her of the eighties, and being a teenager, and feeling supercharged with hormones and hope.