Quotes About Emotions

The fights! You would not believe the fights they had! They'd be wanting to kill each other and I'd put them in separate rooms, but within five minutes they'd be back together again, playing and giggling.

She hadn't told anyone. She'd swallowed it whole and pretended it meant nothing, and therefore it had come to mean everything.

Her anti-anxiety medication was making her anxious

It was somehow easier to just baldly admit it to her dad, who would just take what she said at face value, rather than her mother, who would listen too intently and empathetically and filter everything through her own emotions.

All conflict can be traced back to someone's feelings getting hurt

Madeleine thought, "thank you darling, because that always works, doesn't it, telling a woman to calm down

there was the pure, primal pain of grief, and other times there was anger, the frantic desire to claw and hit and kill, and

It was similar to that intense way you felt when you were newly in love, or newly pregnant, or driving a car on your own for the very first time. Everything felt significant.

This is how you lived with a terrible secret. You just did it. You pretend everything was fine. You ingored the deep, cramplike pain in your stomach. You somehow anesthetized yourself so that nothing felt that bad, but nothing felt good either.

You were sad and hurt. Maybe your heart was broken, but you weren't broken

She hadn't realized that you could spend your whole life looking at the people you loved in an oblique, halfhearted way, as if you were deliberately blurring your vision, until something like this happened, and then just looking at that person could be terrifying.

Happy endings always made her cry. It was the relief. "Would you like a cup of tea?" John-Paul stood

Falling in love was easy. Anyone could fall. It was holding on that was tricky. She

The children had their weekly school assembly in the same room. Each Friday morning, Mrs. Ponder set herself up in the sewing room with a cup of English Breakfast and a ginger-nut biscuit. The sound of the children singing floating down from the second floor of the building always made her weep. She'd never believed in God, except when she heard children singing.

My mother was a drunk. That's all I have to say about her." "Mother issues," said Felicity, when Tess repeated this conversation. "Run a mile.

She combines them all into one giant sumo wrestler of humanity and punches him again and again in his big flabby stomach.

You're allowed to grieve your loss even if it's embarrassing

was funny how she'd always thought she had ample supplies of empathy; it turned out that to be truly empathetic she had to experience it.

upset?" "Of course. Once a boy told Lyn she had two mozzie bites instead of tits and she cried for a whole week." "Really? Did she?" Kara sat up, invigorated. "I can't imagine her, young, and getting all upset.

do. Madeline saw Nathan smile fiercely at the

She had not realized that grief was so physical.

There was something a little sad about having erotic dreams when you led such an unerotic life.

one of the jobs of advertising was to give the consumer rational reasons for their irrational purchases.

The thing is, I hate cooking," said Joy. The words rushed out of her mouth: traitorously, venomously. "You've no idea how much I hate cooking, and it just never ends, the cooking, night after night after bloody night. Each night at five o'clock, like clockwork, your father says, 'What's for dinner?' and I grit my teeth so hard I can feel it in my jaw.