Quotes About Emotions

Besides the obvious difference, there was not much distinction between losing a best friend and losing a lover: it was all about intimacy. One moment, you had someone to share your biggest triumphs and fatal flaws with; the next minute, you had to keep them bottled inside. One moment, you'd start to call her to tell her a snippet of news or to vent about your awful day before realizing you did not have that right anymore; the next, you could not remember the digits of her phone number.

Love [is] supposed to move mountains, to make the world go round, to be all you need, but it [falls] apart at the deatils. It [can't] save a single person.

History isn't about dates and places and wars. It's about the people who fill the spaces between them.

After all, how many of us had tried to forget something traumatic...only to find it printed on the back of our eyelids, tattooed on our tongues?

The bottom line is that we never fall for the person we're supposed to.

I ...understand how a parent might hit a child- it's because you can look into their eyes and see a reflection of yourself that you wish you hadn't.

Sometimes I think the human heart is just a simple shelf. There is only so much you can pile onto it before something falls off an edge and you are left to pick up the pieces.

When you care more if someone else lives than you do about yourself- is that what [love is]?

Relationships always sounded so physically painful: you fell in love, you broke a heart, you lost your head. Was it any wonder that people came through the experience with battle scars?

the people you love can surprise you every day... maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it.

If you loved someone, really loved them, would you let them go?

I told myself that if I didn't care, this wouldn't have hurt so much - surely that proved I was alive and human and all those touchy-feely things, for once and for all. But that wasn't a relief, not when I felt like a skyscraper with dynamite on every floor.

when you [lose someone], it feels like the hole in your gum when a tooth falls out. You can chew, you can eat, you have plenty of other teeth, but your tongue keeps going back to that empty place, where all nerves are still a little raw

Torn between fear and something that resembled love, she wrestled with questions she never dreamed she would face: How could she leave? Then again, how could she stay?

When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance.

Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey.

That's why we read fiction, isn't it? To remind us that whatever we suffer, we're not the only ones?

It's never fifty-fifty in a marriage. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works hard to keep things rolling smoothly, someone else sails along for the ride. Someone who would do anything to keep it the way it was in the beginning.

If his voice hasn't been the melody of my life, it's been the bass line, so subtle you don't notice it until it's missing.

The mind is a remarcable thing. Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting

It does'nt matter who forgives you, if you're the one who can't forget.

I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow it in... It broke.

I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room—but eventually, you learn to live with it.

I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves wanted so badly to be.