Quotes About Emotions

When you have a feeling about someone and you find out the feeling is true, its a good thing and a bad thing too. It's nice to know your gut is right, but it's terrible to know you're not wanted, especially when there's nowhere else to go

Emotional pain is such a strange feeling. You can forget you're in it—or try to, anyway—and then it sneaks up and finds its way to the surface.

I told him I didn't want to hurt him, or anyone else. I just feel that sometimes I am better company only to myself, because of what is happening in my life, than I am or would be to anyone else.

We're like everyone else, I guess. We promise that something is forever, when it is really only as long as it takes for us to tire of it. When she walked away, and out of the door, it was like she was leaving forever.

He swore his love to me again and again until he finally realized that I cannot love anything right now. Falling in love is like holding a white flag out to your enemies and saying, "we give up, we're in love." Love is surrender.

If only I could understand The reason for my crying If only I could stop this fear Of dreaming that I'm dying.

I will not let anyone hurt me, like in the dream. I'll hurt myself first. I know the places that are the most delicate. I'll do the hurting from now on, as long as all of this stops!!!!

Mi sono accorta subito che Lawrence era attratto da me. L'importante non era questo, ma l'origine della sua attrazione. Si era innamorato delle due Laure, proprio della ragione per cui desideravo disperatamente morire. Quella che io consideravo come una maledizione, per lui era una cosa eccitante e onesta. Non rideva della mia sofferenza. L'accettava.

I have simply forgotten how to be loved. Laura

Your difficulty can be hard enough, but the resentment or anger you drag along with it can be even more debilitating than the difficulty itself.

There are heartaches in life, painful things that happen and disappointments that steal away dreams.

Well, you can't control what they do, but you can control how you respond to it…whether you allow it to drive you crazy, or occupy all of your thoughts, or whether you note what they're doing, consider it, and make a conscious decision as to how much you'll let it affect you

Your first love is important. It's part of your story. The story you'll tell yourself, the one you'll tell about yourself, for the rest of your life.

The measure of a man is, does he know how to love.

He'd been lonely, and I'd been lonely, but if we were together, we'd never have to be lonely again.

People are like that. They can only give you what they have inside. So if this Sydelle character is giving you so much trouble, it's because she's nothing but trouble on the inside. She's just delivering what's in her heart into the universe.

Tell the story that's been growing in your heart, the characters you can't keep out of your head, the tale that speaks to you, that pops into your head during your daily commute, that wakes you up in the morning.

I miss him all the time. I shook my head, disgusted at my own mopiness. It's like being haunted or something. And I don't have the luxury of being haunted right now. I need to think about myself...

He's a great guy, she said ,and he heard her try to sound enthusiastic,like she was selling herself on her soon-to-be-husband's greatness...and then,in a whispered rush, just before she cut the connection,he thought he heard her say,Sometimes I wish it had been you

If you want to hit someone or you want to throw something, I want you to run first. I want you to run until you can hardly lift your legs and your arms. Run until you're exhausted, and then, if you still want to hit someone or throw something, you just wait 'til you've caught your breath again and then go for it. Try it

When you're a hammer, everything looks like a nail. When you're angry, everything looks like a target. There are a lot of angry people in the world and these days, they're all online.

È un libro sull'amore capace di trascendere l'aspetto fisico, su come la bellezza sia un confine arbitrario e facile da superare, su come due persone possono entrare in sintonia nonostante le differenze fisiche, su come possono innamorarsi malgrado il loro aspetto esteriore li separi dal resto del mondo.

She hates me, Jo would think, but even that didn't hurt so much, because her father loved her, and she could carry his love, like a glowing coal in the center of her chest, feeling its warmth even in the face of her mother's fury.

Jo inhaled slowly, trying to think of all the time she'd had with her granddaughters, and not everything that she'd miss.