Quotes About Emotions

Love is an ocean of emotions entirely surrounded by expenses.

The heart will break, but broken live on.

I have a lot of -- I struggle with a lot of shame over my past. There have been times when I've been incredibly embarrassed about the things that happened to me. I don't think that there is one human being in this world that would wish, you know, to be injured as a kid the way -- in ways that I was.

I feel sublime Then I lose ground Tripping on words That have no sound of love

He'd never felt more loved or wanted than when he was with Bess. Had never felt more important or cherished than when in her arms. Was it wrong to want her on every human level? Not wrong, perhaps, but not right, either....

on the other hand the machine does not bleed, ache, hang for hours in the empty sky in a torment of hope to learn the fate of another machine, nor does it cry out with joy nor dance in the air with the fierce passion of a bird.

To touch is to experience, but to feel is to live.

Ten cents a dance—That's what they pay me;Gosh, how they weigh me down!Ten cents a dance—Pansies and rough guys,Tough guys who tear my gown!

I'm wild again,Beguiled again,A simpering, whimpering child again—Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.

It was our special night and we held it for as long as we could. It was something that belonged to us. A night that would be added to our long list of memories. It was our happy ending. And it was the last time we would ever be together again.

Only then could I move away from the wails of the walking dead and feel, for a fragment of time, that I was still alive.

Ojos que no ven, corazón que queda indemne, asegura el refrán castellano, pero los ojos que una y otra vez dejan de ver acaban siendo indicio de corazón ausente o endurecido

El buen Dios no debería dejar que se pueda joder a otro sin verle llorar, sin oír sus gritos, sin sentir su dolor y cargarlo en la memoria

The pain, the sense of loss, of fear—it would hit out of nowhere. She'd learned this. She'd also learned to accept it, and to bow under it, give in to it, because the harder she tried to shove it away, the harder it hit next time around, and it would be all the more debilitating

a "caregiver" might dislike the person to whom they are giving care, while a "carer" cares about the person, period.

Forgiveness is really about freeing yourself from the hate and self-pity, which eats like a cancer into your brain day and night, year after year.

Social media is road rage on steroids.

Because you're an asshole! Because you can't think beyond your dick. You are a weak, vulnerable target. You and your fragile male ego. I—" She swipes tears from her face. "I knew you were lying. Deep down, I knew.

Matthew figures it must be pretty horrible to need therapy if it makes people so sad.

And an author can never claim his Story is complete until it has been read by a reader, and only then can the circle be closed. A Story can never remain static, either. For each new reader brings to the Story afresh his own unique set of past experiences, giving him a peculiar lens through which to conjure different emotions out of the very same words . . .

should experience grief?" She stormed off and slapped through

Part of me is looking for a way to destroy myself." She pauses. "And now you are judging me. I can see it. In your eyes." "This is a safe space, Paisley. You should feel free to say anything here.

Who knew grief could be so goddamned physical, a dark and sly trickster that blindsided you when you weren't even thinking about loss, and suddenly you couldn't get it out of your mind again.

No. Not really. I haven't been okay for a long time, and I don't think I realized the extent of the toll this is taking on me.