Quotes About Emotions

I told you because I didn't know how not to.

don't know what it is about death that makes it so hard. I suppose it's the one-sided communication; the fact that we never get to ask our loved one if she suffered, if she is happy wherever she is now… if she is somewhere.

You can love a pet more than you love some people," I say suddenly, surprising even myself. Everyone turns, because unlike the others, I hardly ever draw attention to myself by volunteering information. "It doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it's there.

If you ask me, music is the language of memories.

The thing about death, Lacy knew, was that it robbed you of your vocabulary for comfort.

Sometimes I think there's no such thing as falling in love. It's just the fear of losing someone.

not for the first time I think that someone's enterprising idea of therapy is another person's frustrated hell.

There are just some feelings, I've learned, for which we never invented the right words.

Perhaps he'd always known that the truth of a person lies in the heart.

I suppose there's only so many times you can take being rebuffed before you need some validation.

I hated him. Not for fooling me into trusting him, or even for beating me. But because he made me lose the compassion I had for the enemy.

I just know that, at that moment, I remember feeling like the world had turned itself inside out. It's the child who's supposed to cry, and the mom who makes it all better, not the other way around, which is why mothers will move heaven and earth to hold it together in front of their own kids.

I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room—but eventually, you learn to live with it." Somehow

kids are more like us than we think: damaged, through and through. *

I love that she's tough as nails one moment and soft as suede the next.

History isn't about dates and places and wars. It's about the people who fill the spaces between them. There

et de fines rides d'expression lui encadrent la bouche, parenthèses renfermant toute une vie de mots que je n'étais pas là pour entendre.

I can't believe you're making jokes while I'm freaking out.

I think it's rude to stick a smile on your face and pretend you like talking to someone when in reality you'd rather be sticking bamboo slivers under your fingernails.

tears had a whole different melody, didn't they, without the pain threaded through them?

People always say that, when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that's not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more." ? Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care

But it feels like we are sitting on a tight bench of a bus with a stranger between us, one that neither of us is willing to admit to or mention, and so we find ourselves talking around him and through him and sneaking glances when the other one isn't looking. How am I supposed to think about Anna Fitzgerald when I'm wondering whether Julia has ever woken up in someone's arms and for just a moment, before the sleep cleared from her mind, thought maybe it was me?

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 when we least expect it.

when you held one of those volumes in your hands you were leafing through another person's life. Someone else had once loved that story, too. Someone else had carried that book in a backpack, devoured it over breakfast, mopped up that coffee stain at a Paris café, cried herself to sleep after the last chapter. The scent of their store was distinctive: a slight damp mildew, a pinch of dust. To me, it was the smell of history.