Quotes About Emotions

I knew that I was smiling her smile, that she was a dark mirror to me.

I think that all of them must have lost their minds and have forgotten everything we were to each other. I said that they were no sisters to me, that I would forget them. But they have gone further than this: they have become my enemies.

He is smiling proudly, his face flushed, thinking that she is enjoying the sight of her son, her adored only son, in his wedding bed, a beautiful bride, a true princess, beside him. Only I understand that the sight of me, with his shoulder under my cheek, smiling in his bed, is eating her up with jealousy as if a wolf had hold of her belly.

There was I, fool that I am, thinking that you were being loving to me," he says shortly. "I thought you were touching me tenderly. I thought that our marriage vows had moved your heart. I thought that you were resting your head on my shoulder for affection. Fool that I am." I

Any triumph she has is halved if I am not there to see it. And anything that goes wrong for me, any slight or humiliation, she is quick to perceive and she would even be quick to revenge—oh!—but inside her heart is singing to know that I have taken a blow.

A man and a woman can love each other so deeply that their hearts beat as if they were one heart, and yet, at the same time, know that they are utterly hopelessly different.

The rules of writing history mean that a historian can only speculate about her emotions; but a novelist is allowed, indeed obliged, to re-create a version of them. This is where historical fiction—the hybrid form—does something that I find profoundly interesting—takes the historical record and turns it inside out; the inner world explains the outer record.

I am too young to understand that a man and a woman can love each other so deeply that their hearts beat as if they were one heart, and yet, know that they are utterly and hopelessly different.

Though the leaves fall from the trees like brown tears, for him everything must be as green as fresh grass, as white as May blossom, as if to convince us all that the seasons are upside down and we are all Tudors now. A

Looking from one bright delighted face to another I thought for one illuminating moment what fools we were to make this one man's temper the very centre of our lives

À toutes mes haines acidulées, vous avez donné le narcotique raisonnable.

I love life, but not everything in it. I love people, but not all of them. I love myself, but not everything about me.

You must learn that you do not have to be angry just because you have the right to be.

He will never understand what happened that day between a young man and a young woman. There was a magic: and the name of it was love.

Words may sting, but silence is what breaks the heart.

Between the 6th and 7th grade, something happens to your eyes. they water a lot. I think its so you can get all the watering out of the way before you begin wearing mascara.

I wanted my children and grandchildren to know that no matter when you are born or where you live, happiness and disappointments have the same flavors the world over.

We could all write a farewell note to Mom and Dad, and tell them to give our possessions to the orphans, said Caroline, her voice trembling dramatically.

Caroline didn't know whether she was more angry or excited. Every time the boys did something to them, it just gave the girls an excuse to do something worse.

To Wally there was nothing worse than being in a play with Caroline Malloy. Never mind that he would be doing something special for the younger students. He did not want to make primary children happy.

Not knowing how to be moderate is possibly the most visible symptom of codependence to other people. (...) In other words codependents simply don't appear to understand what moderation is. They are either totally involved or totally detached, totally happy or absolutely miserable, etc. The codependent believes a moderate response to a situation isn't enough. Only too much is enough.

There is no love; there are only proofs of love.

How do you like me now?" she inquired archly. He was cautious. "I thought you didn't really care for me. Why are you making yourself so lovely?" She grimaced prettily. "I told you my deepest sins, and you didn't reject me. That's worth something.

Don't be concerned about being disloyal to your pain by being joyous.