Quotes About Emotions

We were walking home late from a bar—and the term walking is used loosely here, because you were doing something between a skip and a stumble—and suddenly you started singing out your love for me. My name and everything, loud enough to reach the top floors of all the buildings. I should have told you to stop, but I didn't want you to stop. I didn't mind if your love for me woke people up. I didn't mind if it somehow sneaked into their sleep.

i feel that if my soul could talk it would talk like this

You can tell a lot about a person from the pages he or she chooses to journal on.

notice how fickle things can be now I'm better, now I'm worse nowhere is it written how to deal with this

It is unacceptable to sit in your room alone and scream at your life, but it is perfectly acceptable (albeit not exactly normal) to do it with a good friend on the highway, hearing your voice rise to the rush of the window wind and then hearing it be taken away, left behind in your wake.

The worst thing in the world would be to pretend to know the people whose lives I step through. They cannot be home to me. They must be hotel rooms.

The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always in your heart.

Our love had been liking; our feelings had been ordinary, not Shakespearean.

I was always thinking in terms of too much or not enough, rarely allowing myself that crucial space in between. Except when he was around. Except when we were really together. Then I could forget—I couldn't turn it off, but I could forget to turn it on. Gradually, the columns began to tip. I lost track of keeping track. In order to let us be, I let myself be.

I access our history and get the usual muddle of love and competition that any two sisters share.

Your heart is stronger than any of the hurts inflicted. Even the ones that were self-inflicted. - Ezra

Maybe, I thought, it's not distance that's the problem, but how you handle it.

Maybe, I thought, it's not distance that's the problem, but how you handle it.

love sometimes causes you to do stupid things. And even when the lessons are clear to everyone else around you, sometimes you have a hard time seeing them yourself. When people say love is blink, they act like that's a good thing. But some people find their way around in the darkness a little better than others.

And Tiny is saying, If you can't trust your gut then what can you trust?And I say, You can trust that caring, as a rule, ends poorly, which is true. Caring doesn't sometimes lead to misery. It always does.

My mother sewed my name into all my underwear. But, really, it was another boy's name I was ready to sew into my heart.

Persevere, v. Those first few weeks, after you told me, I wasn`t sure we were going to make it. After working for so long on being sure of each other, sure of this thing, suddenly we were unsure again. I didn`t know whether or to touch you, sleep with you, have sex with you. Finally, I said, "It`s over." You started to cry, and I quickly said, "No – I mean this part is over. We have to get to the next part.

He looks like a lost puppy, but has the heart of a bitch.

mom: my point is that there are times when you just have to let it all out. all of the anger, all of the pain. me: have you thought of talking to someone about this? i mean, i have some pills that might interest you, but i think you're supposed to have a prescription. it's okay - it only takes up an hour of your time for them to diagnose it.

This is the dangerous thing about musicals. Most of them assume that as soon as you find your voice, you'll use it to sing to someone else.

You shouldn't have venture deep down in order to get love.

Love is something you can never get inside of. You might think you're there. Sure. But then you hit the border and realize you've been outside the whole time.

I mean, what if love isn't a yes-or-no question? It's not either you're in love or you're not.

But now when I kissed her, I was always measuring how much of her was there. And I was wondering how much of me was left.