Quotes About Emotions

That's what love is, when your hindsight is 20/20, and you still wouldn't change a thing.

there was not much distinction between losing a friend and a lover: it was all about intimacy. One moment, you had someone to share your biggest triumph, and fatal flaws with; the next minute, you had to keep them bottled inside.

When someone dies, 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 the nerves are still a little raw.

If you think about someone you've loved and lost, you are already with them. The rest is just details.

They're fake bullets, so why do I feel like Im bleeding out?

What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet? Love isn't the only word that fails. Hate does, too.

It's crazy, right? To love someone who's hurt you? It's even crazier to think that someone who hurts you loves you.

You don't love someone because they're perfect, she says. You love them in spite of the fact that they're not. I don't know how to respond to that; it's like being told after thirty-five years that the sky, which I've seen as a brilliant blue, is in fact rather green.

She shrugged. You can be happy for someone else's good fortune, but that doesn't mean you forget your own bad luck.

Marina sighs. Love's a tidal wave, she says. Because it sweeps you off your feet? I ask. No. Because it sucks you under and you drown.

Here's what no one ever tells you about love: it hurts, having your heart broken

Memories aren't stored in the heart or the head or even the soul, if you ask me, but in the spaces between any given two people.

This was the reason there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that didn't have words big enough to describe them.

something is always falling apart in me.

When you showed someone how you felt, it was fesh and honest. Whe you told someone how you felt, there might be nothing behind the words but habit or expectation.

I wonder if the conversations you've never had with someone count, if you've been over them a thousand times in your mind.

You did really great up there," I tell her, because I don't know how to say what I really want to: that the people you love can surprise you every day. That maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it.

Add love, and all the lines between right and wrong were bound to disappear.

The thinnest slice would be teeming with memories of a love so strong it turned you inside out and left you gasping, and would be an identical match to a slice stored in the heart of a soul mate.

sometimes words are not big enough to contain all the feelings you are trying to pour into them.

I think there are two different oceans - the one that plays with you in the summer, and the one that gets so mad in the winter.

I felt a splinter of guilt wedge into my heart. Charlotte had hurt me; in return, I'd hurt Rob. Maybe that's what we do to the people we love: take shots in the dark and realize too late we've wounded the people we're trying to protect.

Love's a tidal wave, she says. Because it sweeps you off your feet? I ask. No. Because it sucks you under and you drown. But sometimes, I point out, it's the only thing that keeps you afloat.

Because hate's just the flip side of love. Like heads and tails on a dime. If you don't know what it feels like to love someone, how would you know what hate is? One can't exist without the other.