Quotes About Emotions

Of all things broken and lost, porcelain troubles me most.

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Es posible que no haya otra memoria que la memoria de las heridas».

I'm saying it's totally oblivious to how people feel. Take the ocean, for instance. You can love it, but it doesn't love you back. It will suck you under and steal your breath and beauty can make you cry, or that the sound of the tide coming in at night is the best lullaby you ever heard.

The glamorOf childish days is upon me, my manhood is castDown in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.

That's it! When you come to know men, that's how they are: too sensitive in the wrong place.

Paranoids are people, too they have their own problems. It's easy to criticize, but if everybody hated you, you'd be paranoid too.

You still miss her?" "Yes, I still miss her frightfully. It's two years since she died, but I haven't got used to doing without her. I still keep on wanting to tell her things." "I know the feeling," said Louise. "I miss Mummy like that. It comes and goes. Sometimes I forget about it—and then the tide rises and I'm almost drowned. It happens quite suddenly—I never know when it's going to happen.

had always admired her tremendously but now, quite suddenly, I saw her in a different light: small and pathetic and lonely. She had chosen loneliness because she hated 'getting involved emotionally'. She was afraid of getting hurt. Freedom was what she wanted but it seemed to me a poor substitute for affection. I thought of all she had told me about the pearls; she couldn't wear them; she didn't want to sell them; she hated to shut them up in prison. I

No one is forever occupied with sorrow, and there is a kind of gaiety that goes hand in hand with sorrow. Sorrow stands aside for a while to make room for mirth, and then steps forward to take her victim in a stronger grip. It was like that with me.

It is a terrible thing to be angry with the dead.

I switch on the light beside my bed and the old, beautiful room takes shape – the four-poster with its carved oak pillars, the dark oak chest, the dressing table with its prude petticoat of spotted muslin, the low, uneven ceiling, the wavy oak floor. How many hundreds and thousands of people have awakened in this room; awakened to their sorrows and their joys, their hopes and their fears?

I switch on the light beside my bed and the old, beautiful room takes shape – the four-poster with its carved oak pillars, the dark oak chest, the dressing table with its prude petticoat of spotted muslin, the low, uneven ceiling, the wavy oak floor. How many hundreds and thousands of people have awakened in this room; awakened to their sorrows and their joys, their hopes and their fears? Strange that I should have slept so well, untroubled by the haunting of their thoughts!

There is a little silence which I dare not break, and then my hostess continues, more as if she were speaking to herself than to me, 'It's a queer thing how your life can fall to pieces about your head in a few minutes. It happened to me like that – at one moment I was a happy wife, loved and cosseted, without a care in the world, and five minutes later I was – alone

Yes," says Grace nodding. "I should enjoy it, but you think I shouldn't enjoy it so blatantly. Well, you may be right, but I can't help it." She looks thoughtful for a moment and then continues, "Good things come in waves. This is one of the times when everything goes right . . . then there are times when everything goes wrong. That's my experience of life.

Silly people are often cruel," said Adam. "You know that yourself. People with no imagination are cruel because they don't realise what other people are suffering.

Her eyes are full of tears and I realise that she must be comforted, so I proceed to explain my own particular method of "carrying on". None of us could bear the war if we allowed ourselves to brood upon the wickedness of it and the misery it has entailed, so the only thing to do is not to allow oneself to think about it seriously, but just to skitter about on the surface of life like a water beetle.

People who have suffered a great deal of unhappiness through death or loneliness are often beset by the fear of losing their dear ones.

I missed Elsie dreadfully," she said, "I missed her all the more because I lost her completely—more completely than if she had died. We had always written to each other and told each other everything but after she was married and went to Germany her letters were quite different—I felt she wasn't Elsie any more. Otto always called her Elsa—well of course that was a very small thing but I didn't like it.

I felt weak and silly, and the happiness of the children, as they ran about and shouted at each other, touched a spring in my heart. They were so gay and pretty in the sunshine, like a flock of bright birds flitting to and fro. I had missed all that in my life—all the joys of normal womanhood—I was a very lonely woman, on the way to a lonely old age.

wrote to Kitty saying that I was sorry for what had occurred and asking her to come to see me if she was in town, but I had no reply. Kitty vanished out of my life. She was angry with me, I knew. She had wanted me to lie, and I would not lie—I could not.

Often and often the slow difficult tears formed upon my lids and were brushed hastily aside lest they should fall upon my ledger and leave immortal trace of my weakness and misery. But that has passed, and now I am resigned to the life; I even find pleasure in it. The books—I have always loved books and I love them better now—are my greatest solace.

Unfortunately Bel was unable to enjoy these days whole-heartedly. There was a cloud upon her spirits. She had agreed with Louise that the best thing to do was to forget all her troubles, but it is one thing to know what is the best thing to do and quite another thing to be able to do it.

When Nell had undressed and put out the light she opened the window wide and lay looking out at the stars … and presently the moon rose from behind the hill like a great golden ball. Nell's head ached and her heart ached too. She was too unhappy to sleep.