Quotes About Emotions

In the life of everyone there is a limited number of experiences which are not written upon the memory, but stamped there with a die; and in the long years after, they can be called up in detail, and every emotion that was stirred by them can be lived through anew; these are the tragedies of life.

Lorsque au lever de l'aurore le zéphyr vivifiant comme le souffle de l'amour commença à frémir dans le feuillage, chargé du parfum le plus pur des fleurs, et que de la conque azurée du firmament une pluie de perles descendit sur la terre rafraîchie, Keïs, délivré du monstre hideux de la nuit, renferma dans son sein ses plaintes et ses soupirs.

Sean) "The therapist calls it cleithrophobia." "That sounds like a fear of something else," Krista snorted before she could stop herself. She bit her lip, as shame washed through her. Sean turned, his startled laughter sounding rusty as it erupted from his chest. "No, I'm definitely not scared of that.

Her life is architected, elegant and angular, a beauty to behold, and mine is a stew, a juicy, sloppy mess of ingredients and feelings and emotions, too much salt and spice, too much anxiety, always a little dribbling down the front of my shirt. But have you tasted it? Have you tasted it. It's delicious.

and wasn't life full of layers and nuances, colored all kinds of shades of gray, and the way you felt about something when you were twenty or thirty or forty was not how you would feel about something when you were fifty or sixty or seventy---if only he could explain to her that regret can come at any time in your life, when you least expect it, and then you are stuck with it forever.

There ain't nothing wrong with being alone, which is what I am, or what I have been. It's when it turns to loneliness, when you get to feeling blue about it all, that you're in trouble. There's the problem, loneliness.

Everyone agreed that Edie was a tough woman to love, though she was worth loving.

but she never wanted to be in a relationship ever again. Because relationships were the worst. So many obligations. So many compromises. So many arguments. Someone always got destroyed in the end. Sometimes everyone got destroyed in the end.

What do you do when you already know what your problem is? What if it's not really a problem? It's only a problem if I want a relationship. If I want to fit into a conventional mode of happiness. It's only a problem if I care. And I can't tell if I care.

These are the things we do sometimes, she thinks. We remind ourselves of why we're in love, so that we can stay that way. It's not a permanent state, remember that, she tells herself.

I don't know how to make you happy without making me unhappy.

mostly I have found myself resisting their sadness when I have so much of my own.

But why should I care what he's doing if I'm crazy about you?' 'We are allowed to have more than one feeling at once,' said Kenneth. 'We are human beings, not ants.

It's not that I don't care," said Robin. "It's just that I don't want to know." She knew too much already. This was real life, kicking her in the face, and she wanted nothing to do with it.

Mas choro na mesma, porque era um caminho possível e eu não fui por aí. Choro pela ideia, pela opção que se perdeu. Às vezes também choro pela artista que havia em mim e pelo que a minha vida poderia ter sido se eu tivesse continuado. Choro por todas as minhas identidades perdidas. Pelas possibilidades que tive.

You can be happy about a lot of things in your life, yet just one thing can make you miserable.

Once she was deeply fascinated with her parents. She had craved knowledge about them. As a child she fiddled with locked doors and drawers, got down on her knees and dug through closets, lingered outside her father's study during business calls until her mother shooed her off. Fifteen years ago, she had at last recognized the pointlessness in trying to uncover the truth from a man who had never actually been convicted of anything, and a woman who had sealed shut her emotions decades ago.

It's just that we want to love them, these men," said Alex. An intensely bittersweet sensation riveted her body. "We really do." "I don't," said her daughter. "You might someday," Alex said. "Never.

How would you like it if someone you cared about just disappeared on you?

Then she calls me and she's crying and we talk for a while about her marriage and while I am sad that my friend is sad, it makes me happier than ever that I've never been married and never will be, because marriage sounds like a goddamn job, and why would I want another one of those?

Alex was delighted and astonished with her mother for behaving as a mother should for once.

I'll admit that each time I've seen her I've spilled my guts and felt cleansed. Then I become convinced I never need to see her again.

I'm certain there's something passive-aggressive going on here, but I can't get in touch with my feelings right now, or maybe I'm having several feelings at once and it's too noisy to hear the high notes.

He had been good with presents, she'll give him that, that ghost. Payoffs were his specialty.