Quotes About Emotions

you can't use logic on human behavior.

Since I am not actually a real human being, my emotional responses are generally limited to what I have learned to fake.

It was such an unexpected and genuine smile that if I only had a soul I'm sure I would have felt quite guilty.

Getting yelled at by a furious woman should be a semi-formal occasion.

Nothing else loves me, nor ever will. Not even - especially - me. I know what I am and that's not a thing to love.

And so as much as I can, I care about her, dear Deborah. It's probably not love, but I would rather she were happy.

being torn apart by far too many loyalties that could not possibly live together in the same brain.

Is that why you're crying? (...) It's just hormones, she said. I didn't want anyone to see. I skipped over the image of anyone seeing her hormones and tried to focus on the heart of the matter.

Since I am not actually a real human being, my emotional responses are generally limited to what I have learned to fake. So I did not feel shock, outrage, anger, or even bitter resolve. They're very difficult emotions to do convincingly, and there was no audience to do them for, so why bother? But I did feel a slow cold wind from the Dark Backseat sweep up my spine and blow dry leaves over the floor of my lizard brain.

Whatever made me the way I am left me hollow, empty inside, unable to feel. It doesn't seem like a big deal.

In fact, from what I had observed it was quite possible for one to actively dislike one's girlfriend, although of course true hatred is reserved for marriage.

Goddamn it!" she said to me through a mouthful of sandwich. It was certainly far from a novel phrase coming from her, but she said it with a viciousness that left me lightly spattered with bread crumbs. I took a sip of my excellent batido de mamey and waited for her to expand on her argument, but instead she simply said it again. "Goddamn it!

I floated through the rest of the morning in my cloud of adrenaline and alienation, the whole time feeling as if I might split apart at the seams at any minute. But

She ground her teeth and squeezed her hands together some more for a few seconds, and she seemed to think about jumping out the window. But it was only the second floor, and the windows were sealed shut, so finally Debs turned away and slumped back into her chair. "All right," she said through clenched teeth. "Let's do it." There

Deborah snapped me out of my pathetic fugue by slapping her hands on the steering wheel. "Goddamn it," she said. "I just don't fucking trust her." I

And from what I know about people, it's possible that I should have felt a little guilt about the way I had manipulated Rita so completely. Or even better, maybe I should have turned to the camera to show my true villainy with a leer of wicked satisfaction. But there was no camera, as far as I knew, and I had, after all, manipulated Rita with the truth, for the most part. So I just held on to her and let her soak my shirt with tears, mucus, and who knows what else.

This is going to be awesome," Jackie gurgled. Deborah did not appear to agree.

Is that what you call it now?" she said, and although her words might as well have been in Estonian, for all the sense they made, her tone was very clear, and it did not hold even the memory of anything pleasant. I

Cheer up, brother," he said. "Keep smiling." "What on earth for?" He smiled. "It confuses people?" he said.

Yes," I said. "It is a bit over-the-top." "That's their world," Brian said with a shrug. "They seem to enjoy histrionics.

They were spoken in the heat of an unpleasant moment, and not to be taken at face value in any permanent sense. Remember

I watched it go, and as its taillights disappeared around the corner I suddenly remembered how to breathe. I took advantage of this rediscovered knowledge, and it felt very good.

God, it's like I have something, deep down inside of me, that i think is undeserving of love.

Nothing else loves me, or ever will. Not even—especially—me. I know what I am and that is not a thing to love.