Quotes About Emotions

Nightmares aren't frightening once you wake up.

I'm fine," I automatically tell her, because that's what I always tell her. And myself. But it doesn't take a paid psychologist to figure out that I'm not okay. I'm having flashbacks. Cold sweats. Nightmares. And now this

Nostalgia is for normal people.

There's nothing quite as scorching as a teenager's contempt. It has a breathless sting, and it lingers for a very long time.

What we have is real love, but real love is messy and complicated. How can it not be, with our history?

Nightmares aren't frightening once you wake up. Memories are.

He stood there for a long moment, the note in his hand, and just looked at her. At the undeniable heartbreak in her, and the dignity and the vulnerability. Then he pressed the note into Neksa's hand and said, Lesson learned. You shouldn't trust either of us. He was gone before she spoke again.

Jess knew what he was looking at, because he'd felt it. Love, and the pain of knowing that love wouldn't be enough.

People are people. Hateful and peaceful. Content and miserable. Honest and deceitful. With all of that inside fighting for control every minute of the day, it's a wonder everybody's not banging their heads against the wall.

Killing someone isn't like in the movies, something that you shrug off with a quip and a drink. It eats at you, even when the person you kill unquestionably has to die. And there's no way that her feelings about Melvin aren't, at the very deepest level, still complicated.

Claire…bitch!'" Her voice sounded raw and hoarse. "You…think this…makes us…friends?'" "God, no,'" Claire said. "But I think you kinda owe me.

Every smile was just mechanics. Every laugh was manufactured. Every public sign of affection was just that: for the public.

I've thought about it," she said. "And I'm angry, Shane. I'm really angry. After everything we've done, everything we've risked, we're expendable. And it hurts. Believe me.

hate has a life of its own.

When you're a new mother, you're just in a fog of hormones and exhaustion most of the time.

Nightmares are not terrifying once you are wake up. Memories are.

What we have is real love, but real love is messy and complicated.

So. Happy?" He crossed his arms, staring out at the people milling about the buffet and taking seats at round tables. "Truly?" She thought about it for a few seconds, and then said, very quietly, "Yes." She resisted the urge to apologize for it, and he nodded. "Good," he said. "Clearly, that's good.

This isn't about you. Oh, it is, you coldhearted bastard. It is.

What we have is real love, but real love is messy

She went back to Shane and settles in on his lap again, arm around his neck. His circled her waist. I thought you had to go, he said. And don't think i didn't see you kissing on my best friend. He deserved it. Yeah. Maybe i ought to kiss him, too. Michael, on his way out, didn't bother to turn around for that one. Oh sure, you always promise.

And lowering your blood pressure by deep breathing or meditation—or even a healthy swearing session inside your closed car—has fewer side effects than any pill.

it is not half so important to know as to feel

If facts are the seeds that later produce knowledge and wisdom, then the emotions and the impressions of the senses are the fertile soil in which the seeds must grow.