Quotes About Emotions

Why do we even bother? Why do we make ourselves so open to such easy damage? Is it all loneliness? Is it all fear? Or is it just to experience those narcotic moments of belonging with someone else?

I'm not a very happy person, I told him.But sometimes I can trick myself into thinking I am.

You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.

I wonder if it's possible to start a new relationship without hurting someone else.

In my experience, desire is desire, love is love. I have never fallen in love with a gender. I have fallen for individuals.

Deep down? That sounds like settling to me. You shouldn't have to venture deep down in order to get to love.

If other people see you differently, you'll end up seeing them differently, too.

Let's always love each other, and never be in love with each other.

I never know what you really want, if I can give it to you, or if I'm already too late.

Love weaves itself from hundreds of threads.

tiny: but there is the word, this word phil wrayson taught me once: weltschmerz. it's the depression you feel when the world as it is does not line up with the world as you think it should be. i live in a big goddamned weltzschermz ocean, you know? and so do you.

I want to take back the secrets I told you so I can decide now whether to tell them to you again. I want to take back the piece of me that lies in you, to see if I truly miss it. I want to take back at least half the "I love you"s, because it feels safer that way.

only , adj . Thats the dilemma isn't it? when you're single, there's the sadness and joy of only me . And when you're paired, there's the sadness and joy of only you .

Let me give you some free advice. She's a runner for sure- she'll run away every time without saying a word. But here's the thing- you are not a runner. And deep down, I don't think Norah wants to run, either. She's just feels like she has to. Partly because she's a tiresome spoiled-brat smartass with no fashion sense. And partly because she's a fucking human being.

aloof , adj . It has always been my habit, ever since junior high school, to ask that question: "What are you thinking?" It is always an act of desperation, and I keep on asking, even though I know it will never work the way I want it to.

why won't they leave me alone? don't they realize I have a tinder heart and a paper body and that any spark will turn me straight to ash?

I say good-bye to the part of myself that misses him so much.

When someone breaks up with you, their beauty-- which you took such satisfaction in-- suddenly becomes unfair.

My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away.

I have always been aware of how I break. I know what kind of situations will break me. I know what kind of people will do it. I know how much it will hurt.

When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.

If there wasn't a word for it, would we realize our masochism as much?

We love and we feel and we try and we hope.

I want to write my life. I want to be able to write my life. You are a second away from saying it. You have no idea how much I love you.