Quotes About Emotions

I hope I never love someone so much that they could hurt me the way Langston was hurt.

If you could offer me a guarantee, Ely, a guarantee that the hurt that makes my heart feel like a boulder sitting inside my chest, beatless, if I knew this hurt would eventually go away and I could feel hope again - for me, for you, for us - then maybe my lips could unlock now and we could get on with this. The End.

The important people in your lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart.

Maybe, I thought it's not the distance that's the problem, but how you handle it.

Falling in love should be the easiest thing in the world, but it's not.

At that moment, I knew we could last past the end of summer. That with Parker, I could make a long-distance relationship work.That relationships were a lot like roller coasters. filled with highs and lows, terrifying split seconds, and awesome moments when you simply enjoy the ride.

Supposedly, dreams reflect our hidden fears and secret desires, all clamoring for attention.

My grandmother, Ester said, wished not to trap her love into taking her. She said a heart is a free thing, and once enslaved will mutiny....

and the desire to spare him that grief rose in her like dark well water until she woke, drowning—

She'd never learned to measure out love: give so much, withhold so much.

Yet what does harm," she said, "is not what truly merits a man's anger, but what he seizes on instead.

This blessing," she said to him. "To dream such glad dreams that you wake laughing.

My mother was so angered by love's failures, Mary, that she navigated with spite as her compass.

She said a heart is a free thing, and once enslaved will mutiny.

She'd spent the decades barricading herself from life, setting the conditions for love so high no one else could ever meet them.

Have you ever had to contemplate letting loved ones die at the hand of someone who hates them?

Robert Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy

and Homan learned a language of pointing and jabbing and fist closing and finger flicking, frowning and shrugging and waving and saluting, brow raising and eye narrowing and lip pursing and head tilting. His anger ran off, and happiness moved in.

All monsters have their fits of depression.

The terrible poetry of human nudity, I understand it at last, I who tremble for the first time in trying to read it with blasé eyes.

Language is surely too small a vessel to contain these emotions of mind and body that have somehow awakened a response in the spirit.

Writing, it was like a heavenly balm, it was like the flowing out of deep waters, it was like the lifting of a load from the spirit; it brought with it a sense of relief, of assuagement. One could say things in writing without feeling self-conscious, without feeling shy and ashamed and foolish -- one could even write of the days of young Nelson, smiling a very little as one did so.

Sixtina Tú mi vida, esta noche me has borrado del corazón y hasta del pensamiento, y tal vez, sin saberlo, me has negado dándome por perdido ya en el viento. Más luego, vida, vi cómo llorabas, entre mis brazos y que me besabas.

Do you know, André, I sometimes think that you have no heart.' 'Presumably because I sometimes betray intelligence.