Quotes About Emotions

You his brother?' 'Yes, damn it!' I burst out. "And all I want is to get my hands on whoever did this to him!' 'Funny,' said a dick dryly, 'but so do we.' I didn't like him much after that. Sarcasm is out of place when a man has just been brought face to face with personal tragedy. ("Walls That Hear You")

But there are three things in this world you can't shrug off: death, taxes – and a girl who loves you.

Love is like an eggshell, isn't it? It can never be put together again.

When you have an uneasy feeling that happiness is beginning to slip through your fingers you hang on as tightly as you can; you don't give it an added push away from you.

It's hard to say goodbye for good at any time or any place. It's harder still to say it through a meshed wire. It crisscrossed his face into little diagonals, gave me only little broken-up molecules of it at a time. It stenciled a cold, rigid frame around every kiss.

Forse con piú timore pronunciate voi la sentenza contro di me, di quanto ne provi io nell'accoglierla».

joy runs deeper than despair.

And the reason the thoughts kept coming back to me was that I kept turning their sin over in my mind. And so I discovered another of God's principles: We can trust God not only for our emotions but also for our thoughts. As I asked Him to renew my mind, He also took away my thoughts.

God never measures the mind... He always put His tape measure in the HEART

How do they who think they are unhappy differ from they who actually are?

I've got some great guy friends. They can start out as crushes. But when you realize something isn't going to happen, you make a choice whether or not the friendship is worth it. And it usually is. Then you can laugh about the fact that you used to have a crush on him or he had one on you.

When I was a kid I didn't feel like I fit in because - this is really silly and I probably shouldn't say it, but, I didn't think anything was funny. So I used to go home and literally cry to my mom and my step-dad at the time and I didn't think anything was funny. I couldn't laugh.

When the heart is heavy, the hands crave work

If you write to us," Luka had said with tears in his eyes, "don't ever sign your name or send an address.

You know, there was a part of me that was so defiant, and a part of me that was so ashamed, and I really couldn't say which was which at any given point in time.

One thing was for sure: time didn't heal all wounds. Some were still every bit as fresh as the day they were inflicted.

Flirts flirt. Players play. Charmers charm. And girls like Lauren? They get their heart broken because they always seem to try and give it to the wrong people.

If I'm not willing to feel the pain of life, how can I ever expect to feel the joy

Lane closed her eyes and pressed her lips together at the sound of the nickname, a thousand memories whirling through her mind. He hadn't meant it to hurt her, but even the smallest nick could reopen old wounds.

He stilled. He knew she was leaving—this wasn't a surprise—but how did he tell her he didn't want her to go? That he wanted to know all the things that made her sad, all the things that made her laugh? That he wanted to reach over and wipe those tears away?

She knew her artwork reflected a side of her personality she didn't typically let out. The side that wasn't completely concerned with getting everything right. In a way, art gave her a chance to play.

Life is beautiful and horrible and wonderful and awful all at the same time

You know that unkindness just makes you get old before your time." "That's true," Dad calls from the living room. "Rots your bones and makes you constipated! Look at your Aunt June!

To search her eyes for happiness and contentment—two things I want for her more than anything else.