Quotes About Emotions

Aprendi com a minha própria filha que não precisamos estar acordados para chorar.

Does it even mean anything to him anymore? If you say the same words over and over, do they become so bleached that there's no color left in them?

How do you do it? I ask softly, and I'm no longer asking just about her and Josef but about myself as well. How do you get up every morning and not remember?

Piety and pity were a little to close to each other for my tastes.

He presses himself so close to me that any hurt left on the surface between us spreads thin, becomes a binding instead of a boundary

At seventeen, the smallest crises took on tremendous proportions; someone else's thoughts could take root in the loam of your own mind; having someone accept you became as vital as oxygen. Adults, light years away from this, rolled their eyes and smirked this too shall pass - as if adolescence was a disease like chicken pox, something that everyone recalled as a mild nuisance, completely forgettingone how painful it had been at the time.

Raw love, like raw heart-ache, could blindside you.

In my first memory, I am three years old and I am trying to kill my sister.

She had pictured suicide as a final statement, a fuck you to the people who hadn't understood how hard it was for her to be the Josie they wanted her to be.

if the only love you had ever known was conditional, so was the absence of it.

He tasted of maple syrup, of apologies.

I've had cartons of milk that have lasted longer than most of my relationships.

What he did wrong. He doesn't deserve your love. But he does deserve your forgiveness, because otherwise he will grow like a weed in your heart until it's choked and overrun. The only person who suffers, when you squirrel away all that hate, is you.

Maybe there are entire worlds where there are no fences, where feeling bears you like a tide.

I understood why you didn't cry, even though it hurt: there are kinds of pain you couldn't speak out loud. •

I knew what happened when you let yourself get close to someone, when you started to believe they loved you: you'd be disappointed.

was starting to see why you carried those stupid facts like other kids dragged around security blankets—if I repeated them over and over, it almost made me feel better.

Memories aren't stored in the heart or hte head or even the soul, but in the spaces between any given two people.

In her experience, the moment you showed you were weak in front of someone, they'd use it against you.

Take it from me: love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow – beautiful while it's there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.

Just because you leave someone doesn't mean you ever let them go.

If you've lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it and if you didn't, you will never understand.

No necesitas agua para sentir que estás ahogándote, ¿o sí? Cuando

Logically, I understand that it wasn't Edward's fault my family fell apart after he left. But when you're eleven years old, you don't give a fuck about logic. You just really miss holding your big brother's hand.