Quotes About Emotions

However things hurt, men hurt worse.

A brother offended is harder to win than a strong city, and contentions are like the bars of a castle. —PROVERBS 18:19

She still said nothing and I purposely did not look at her because I did not wish either to press her or to embarrass her. I was in love with her, and my heart went out to her as she tried to fathom her own feelings. I felt like saying: Don't bother to explain, darling. I know it all. Instead, the calculating side of my mind was at work: the side that plotted carefully, planned to get what it wanted and nearly always succeeded.

You were never a real Avery," he hissed. "You know that, don't you?" "I do," I said. "But Christ on a bike, you came close. You came damned close.

life had manifested the heart's invisible furies on his face.

Both boys stayed very quiet for a few minutes, neither one wanting to say anything he might regret.

He knew that sometimes people who were sad didn't want to be asked about it; sometimes they'd offer the information themselves and sometimes they wouldn't stop talking about it for months on end, but on this occasion Bruno thought that he should wait before saying anything.

It's enough to make me laugh. I close the door behind me and sit down again, considering this, and truly, I find it so funny that I laugh until I cry. And when the tears come I think aah... So this is what it means to be alone.

How can something still feel so painful after twenty-eight years, I asked myself. Is there no recovery from the traumas of our youth?

Bruno had a pain in his stomach and he could feel something growing inside him, something that when it worked its way up from the lowest depths inside him to the outside world would either make him shout and scream that the whole thing was wrong and unfair and a big mistake for which somebody would pay one of these days, or just make him burst into tears instead.

You reach a point where you realize that your life must go on regardless. You choose to live or you choose to die. But then there are moments, things that you see, something funny on the street or a good joke that you hear, a television program that you want to share, and it makes you miss the person who's gone terribly and then it's not grief at all, it's more a sort of bitterness at the world for taking them away from you.

that life had manifested the heart's invisible furies on his face.

he could never understand the enjoyment some people got from hurting others. And that, he told Anshel, applied to chickens too.

I hope he didn't suffer too much." "He did," she said. "But he was very stoical about it. It's those of us who are left behind who'll have to suffer now.

Why did they abandon me? Why do we abandon each other? Why did I abandon you?

What's wrong with you people? he asked, looking at me as if I was clinically insane. What's wrong with Ireland? Are you all just fucking nuts over there, is that it? Don't you want each other to be happy? No, I said, finding my country a difficult one to explain. No, I don't think we do.

The night was warmer than most I had known; we could breathe without seeing clouds of unpoken words dissolving into the atmosphere before us.

You can hurt me if you like, I whispered, closing my eyes, thinking that he might slap me hard, drive his fist into my stomach, break my nose. Why would you want that? he asked, his tone betraying an innocence that believed his beauty. So I'll know that I'm alive.

Wasn't it lonely? Your life, I mean." "Yes." "You're alone?" "Yes." "You live alone?" "I am entirely alone, Marian," I repeated quietly.

a person who never learned to trust confuses intensity with intimacy, obsession with care, and control with security.

all misbehaving children are dis-couraged. Having lost heart, they believe they must manipulate in order to get their needs met.

There is an absolutist quality to rage. Being angry all the time and overreacting to little things may be a sign that there is a deeper rage that needs to be worked on.

Jung said it well: "All our neuroses are substitutes for legitimate suffering.

Without our anger we become doormats and people pleasers. In childhood you were most likely severely shamed and punished when you expressed anger.