Quotes About Emotions

My mama used to say if you frown on the outside long enough, eventually you'll grow a frown on the inside, too.

Real love isn't a payment. It isn't a response to your accomplishments or anything else. It's a gift without strings.

If Satan has toeholds that allow him to claw and climb from the underworld to this one, they lie in our failure to see ourselves in others.

Family members are often just frustrated that, no matter how hard they try to provide companionship, take care of chores, and so forth, they can't replace the person who's gone," Amanda-Lee said sympathetically. "When the grieving spouse talks about that person, the children and grandchildren take it as a complaint or a signal that they're not doing a good enough job. The reality is that the grieving spouse just needs someone to talk to, someone to reminisce with.

I cannot put words to the feelings within me on the day we brought her out for burial. It is an odd thing to stand so close to life's beginning and life's end. Birth and death are such strange cousins. We carried my mother to the graveyard, shed tears and sang hymns, then returned home, stood over the cradle, smiled, and sang lullabies. . . .

Lot of stories. Sad thing when stories die for the lack of listenin' ears.

things that come out of the mouth come from the heart, and that's not the kind of heart I want to have.

Ever'body got story. Ever'body got a reason for what they do. You eat off somebody else's plate, drink a their cup, could be, you'd be the same way.

realize that grieving is a process. It doesn't stop just because the family wants the parent or grandparent to get on with life.

I want a pain I understand instead of the one I don't. I want a pain that has a beginning and an end, not

Perhaps denial is the mind's way of protecting the heart from a sucker punch it can't handle. Or maybe it's simpler than that. Maybe denial in the face of overwhelming evidence is a mere byproduct of stubbornness.

gave in and let the tears happen. A good rain smooths out the soil, Wilda Culp used to say. I needed a good rain.

The heart is a wellspring. It has infinite capacity to manufacture love. The only barriers are the ones we put in the way.

But the love of sisters needs no words. It does not depend on memories, or mementos, or proof. It runs as deep as a heartbeat.

No matter how much you want to cut your family out of your heart, you can't. The bond is born when you are born, like an organ in your body. There is no surgery to remove it. When it is diseased, you live with a dull ache telling you that something inside you is not right.

Again, I feel the tug-of-war between my own feelings and the hopes and plans my family has always held for me. The plans I always thought I held for myself.

Aunque la vida nos lleve por diferentes caminos, el corazón siempre recuerda a donde pertenece.

Gus and I talk about girls a lot, but we can't figure them out. They are so confusing. Like, if you look at them, they get mad. And if you don't look at them, they get mad. And if you're nice to them, they think you like them. And if you're mean to them, they think you like them. And if you do like them, they think you hate them.

Even Cheetah said, "I don't want to like her, but sometimes I think I do. Wait! Did I just say that?

Life is the messy bits.

Our mothers and fathers can be the most familiar people in the world and total strangers; they have a dark side, like the moon, that's invisible to us as long as we remain locked in the fixed orbit of the parent-child bond.

You shall not twist my bones into a star's shape, nor plant my hair as roots for the dreams of the living; and if you open my heart and run your poet's fingers over its walls and cushions you will find it is like yours, dark.

What luxury, to be so happy that we can grieve over imaginary lives.

In winter we close the windows and read Chekhov, nearly weeping for his world. What luxury, to be so happy that we can grieve over imaginary lives.