Quotes About Emotions

I loved raising my kids. I loved the process, the dirt of it, the tears of it, the frustration of it, Christmas, Easter, birthdays, growth charts, pediatrician appointments. I loved all of it.

It is possible to care too much. It is possible to believe that you will never be as good as anyone else. And it is possible to let these things take over.

When you can't remember why you're hurt, that's when you're healed.

A good many dramatic situations begin with screaming.

Apie praeit?, nebent ji b?t? be galo laiminga, vaikai kalb?ti nelink?.

Christianity is supposed to be all about love but it's utterly useless when you're in love.

PMS? You're damned right I have PMS! It stands for Pass My Shotgun, which means you'd better sleep with one eye open, buster.

That's how it is with relationships, it's a part of life, and all the great love songs and poems and films have been written by people who were standing where I was that morning as Simon shut the door. Doesn't make it any easier though.

You are the best person I've met in years, and if I'd met you in a year's time, or maybe even a few months, I know we could be happy together, but I can't give you what you need.

It's all well and good saying you avoid pain by avoiding relationships, but what about the wonderful things you're avoiding as well? What about the joy and the intimacy and the trust that come with finding someone you love?

There were moments, I could now see, when it was understandable to completely go off your rocker. The easiest and most reasonable and maybe proper thing to do in the world, to lose hold of yourself.

Miss Finch said she meant to listen to new books as well as her old favorites, even the ones that pierced her heart, before she departed this world.

When a man falls in love with a woman, it is like an arrow piercing the meadow; when a woman falls in love with a man, it is like grain scattered on rocks.

tear-filled eyes. I could handle her tears of pain, and her tears of anger. But these… these tears are from something that breaks me a little.

How fragile we are, between the few good moments.

You work with what you are given, the red clay of grief, the black clay of stubbornness going on after.

Think assailable thoughts, or be lonely.

The griefs of others—beautiful, at a distance.

No matter how difficult the subject, while writing, a poet is unchained from sadness, and free —Jane Hirshfield

In a human-sized room, someone is setting a human-sized table, with yellow napkins, someone is calling her children to come in from a day whose losses as yet remain child-sized.

Almost I took you as husband, love. Then you left me. I took surprise for husband instead.

Like Others In the end, I was like others. A person. Sometimes embarrassed, sometimes afraid. When "Fire!" was shouted, some ran toward it, some away— I neck-deep among them.

We are preoccupied with the past, which has already happened, and we are pre-occupied about the future, which does not yet exist. We worry about what will happen and we think about various things that make us feel anxious, frustrated, passionate, angry, resentful, afraid. While we are so preoccupied, our awareness of the here-and-now slips by and we hardly notice its passing.

My happiest moments are when all my children are okay. That's just how life is. We've all been through it ourselves. It is hard, because you are so bon of their bone, skin of their skin. You feel things so strongly, if you are truly a loving parent.