Quotes About Emotions

You can never be truly happy in a life unless you have known a sorrow. All terrible things we have gone through in life have created spaces inside us where happiness can live Not to mention love.

I am cross with Christopher," Beatrix told Amelia in the afternoon, as they strolled arm in arm along the graveled paths behind Ramsay House. "And before I tell you about it, I want to make it clear that there is only one reasonable side of the issue. Mine." "Oh, bother," Amelia said sympathetically. "Husbands do make one cross at times. Tell me your side, and I will agree completely.

West," she said fondly, "whatever are you going to do when all of us leave you in peace?" Sighing, West kissed her forehead. "I'll miss you, damn it.

Evie fought to contain a rush of eagerness, afraid of appearing foolishly infatuated with him. However, no matter how sternly she tamped her feelings down beneath the surface, they seemed to sift out like diamond dust, sparkling visibly in the air around her. The odd thing was, he seemed similarly glad to be in her presence, for once discarding the guise of a jaded rake, and smiling at her with genuine warmth.

Jesus, you get sentimental when you're high on paint fumes.

The next day I woke up in a sullen simmer, as if sleep had catalyzed my depression into a general state of pissed-offedness.

He pulled the truck back onto the road and floored it, while the words ran through his mind in a constant loop. Don't leave. Don't leave.

Guilt often takes the form of anger.

it's far easier to make a heart stop beating entirely than to keep it from loving the wrong person.

I'll be the extra rib that protects your heart." Keir pulled back abruptly. The motion sent a stab of pain through his ribs, and he swore. Rising to his feet, he sent her a glance of mingled torment and frustration. "You can't, Merry." The hint of a smile had vanished. "Because you doubt my abilities," she said rather than asked. Keir shook his head. "Because you are my heart.

Is this how you treat women now, Kev?" Everything stopped. The world halted on its axis. Her skirt hem dropped, and she was seized in a fierce, hurtful grip and spun around. Caught helplessly, she looked up into his dark face. Merripen was expressionless, save for the widening of his eyes. As he stared at her, a flush burned across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "Win." Her name was carried on a shaken breath.

Theirs had been a complex relationship, two people who had been bound by disappointments and resentments the way others were bound by love. Helen

los misterios de la atracción no siempre podían explicarse mediante la lógica. A veces, las fisuras de dos almas separadas pueden ser lo que las une.

I overwhelm even myself.

His love came with no strings attached, which I thought was the greatest gift one human being could give to another.

Losing his temper was a luxury he rarely permitted himself, but for the past week he'd been invaded by a sullen gloom that weighted every thought and heartbeat, and made him want to lash out at anyone within reach. All because of a woman he had known better than to want. Lady Helen Ravenel... a woman who was cultured, innocent, shy, aristocratic. Everything he was not.

I've been exactly that lonly. You're not connected to anything. Some nights it feels like you're dying by the hour. You're so desperate you can't even attract the kind of person you once swore you'd never settle for.

Just try to be sincere, and you should have no difficulty." "I have no talent for sincerity," West muttered. "It's not a talent," Kathleen said. "It's a willingness to speak from your heart, rather than trying to be amusing or evasive." "Please," West said tersely. "I'm already nauseous.

You're very good at organizing your feelings, aren't you?" Christopher had asked dryly. "I suppose I am. I wish I could organize yours. At present they seem to resemble an overturned drawer of neckcloths." "Not neckcloths," he said. "Flatware, with sharp edges." Audrey had smiled. "I pity those who find themselves in the way of your feelings.

They still had the power to hurt their children from the grave.

After I calmed down a little and had a chance to think, I figured . . . I love you enough to try and deserve you. I would do anything, be anything, for you. Last night I went to your apartment to beg you to give me another chance. I was shaking in my boots, thinking you might not forgive me for Friday night.

Ov yilo isi? —Le preguntó suavemente. —Sí —dijo Kev, contestando en inglés—. Hay corazón aquí. Y Win sonrió mientras él se sentaba para besarla.

I cry too easily," she said in vexation. "I always have. I hate it." "Why?" "It shows weakness." "It shows strength," he said. "Stoic people are the weak ones.

The sin was not love, but the lack of it. The thing to fear was not scandal, but the betrayal of one's own morality.