Quotes About Emotions

I'm gonna miss you," Brianna says. "I'm gonna miss you too, baby," Angelo murmurs. For Pete's sake. It's not like she's leaving on a trip around the world. She's only headed to homeroom.

no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it Ã¢â'¬Â¦ some stories just don't have a happy ending.

It is so easy to presume that while your own world has ground to an absolute halt, so has everyone else's.

Bleeding heart, he'd called her. Well. He should know. He'd been the first to rip it to pieces.

the reason we lose people we care about is so we're more grateful for the ones we still have.

the letters are mixed up. U and I should be together.

it it strange, suddenly having a memory come back out of nowhere. you think you're going crazy; you wonder where this recollection has been hiding all your life. you try to push it away, because you think you've hammered out the whole timeline of your life, but then you see that one extra moment, and suddendly you are breaking apart what you though was a solid segment, and seeing it for what it is: just a string of events, shoulder to shoulder, and a gap where there is room for one more.

Peter was, simply, what a person would look like if you boiled down the most raw emotions and filtered them of any social contract. If you hurt, cry. If you rage, strike out. If you hope, get ready for a disappointment.

She stares at me for a moment, and then she bursts out laughing. "You haven't seen his perfect little wife and his perfect little girls. Believe me, Oliver, I'm not the great love of his life, the one he'll never forget." "You are to me," I say.

There was no easy switch that she could flip to stem the flow of feelings, no way to drain the memories that pooled like acid in her stomach because her heart no longer knew what to do with them.

I think...she said finally, that all of us have got our ghosts.

After fifteen years, love isn't just a feeling," he says. "It's a choice.

My mother walks forward. She's crying, but there's a smile on her face. For God's sake, is it any wonder I can't ever understand what you people are feeling?

She knows the truth can cause a sharp pain behind your eyes and that love sometimes feels like a fist around your throat.

A lifetime of hurt in one act of vengeance.

I leaned forward and kissed him. And again. As if I were passing him all those silent words I cound not say, the ones that explained my biggest secret: that I might not have OI but I knew how he (Adam) felt. That I was breaking apart, too, all the time.-Amelia

For the first time in my life I begin to understand how a parent my 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's only so much you can pile onto it before something falls off an edge and you are left to pick up the pieces.

What if the one I choose to discount is one who has been truly hurt?

Maybe mothers - consciously or subconsciously - repelled their daughters in different ways.

This isn't a lie, actually. I don't care why Edward left. All I really want to know is why I wasn't enough to make him stay.

you don't ever recover from losing someone you love—even the ones you leave behind because you're better off without them.

But there was a part of her that wondered what would happen if she let them all in on the secretthat some mornings, it was hard to get out of bed and put on someone else's smile; that she was standing on air, a fake who laughed at all the right jokes and whispered all the right gossip and attracted the right guy, a fake who had nearly forgotten what it felt like to be real…and who, when you got right down to it, didn't want to remember, because it hurt even more than this.

If there's a physical component to falling in love—the butterflies in your stomach, the roller coaster of your soul—then there's an equal physical component to falling out of love. It feels like your lungs are sieves, so you can't get enough air. Your insides freeze solid. Your heart becomes a tiny, bitter pearl, a chemical reaction to one irritating grain of truth.