Quotes About Emotions

deep down, in some vague, mixed way I had been letting myself hope that he didn't really care for her, that it was me he loved and that kissing me would have made him realise it...

Because there's so much that just can't be said plainly. Try describing what beauty is - plainly - and you'll see what I mean.

I feel quite unreasonably happy this minute, watching them both; knowing I can go and join them in the warmth, yet staying here in the cold.

perhaps it is the loving that counts, not the being loved in return - that perhaps true loving can never know any thing but happiness.

I do call it a sign of a beautiful nature if a girl who is in love and surrounded by all the splendour is lonely for her sister.

My whole heart was so full of Simon that even my pity for Stephen wasn't quite real - it was only something I felt I ought to feel , more from my head than my heart . And I knew I ought to pity him all the more because I could pity him so little

You can't cry on Heloïse; she thumps her tail sympathetically, but looks embarrassed and moves away.

There are some people who always find beauty makes them feel sadder, which is a very mysterious thing.

I soon realised I was making a fool of myself...things like that happen when you are in love with the wrong person. Worse things. things you never forgive yourself for... ...I'll blame myself for as long as I live. It's you I love and always will.

Les tyrans ont plus souvent suscité la passion et la fascination que la haine.

I was but something changed. It was Rian and her bullshit." Neveah stood up and rubbed her steadily growing belly. "Or Jigga and his big ass imprint. You

Insanity's so personal. It's hard to know who shares our secrets.

Some nights I need to be held. Tonight I'm a listener. So nice to lie in rumpled sheets and listen. Cover me with words.

I feel sad for people and the queer part we play in our own disasters.

Why shouldn't the death of a person you love bring you into lurid ruin? You don't know how to love the one you love until they disappear abruptly. Then you understand how thinly distanced from their suffering, how sparing of self you often were, only rarely unguarded of heart, working your networks of give-and-take.

Shit is universal no matter which language.

Sometimes I see something so moving I know I'm not supposed to linger. See it and leave. If you stay too long, you wear out the wordless shock. Love it and trust it and leave.

As though in her heart she was not a travel writer at all, as her mother had said she wished to be, but simply a traveler, in the purer form, someone who collects impressions, dense anatomies of feeling, but does not care to record them.

He'd come to know himself, untranslatably, through his pain.

it occurred to me that perhaps in this city the crowd was essential to the individual; without it, he had nothing against which to scrape his anger, no echo for grief, and not the slightest proof that there were others more lonely than he. it was just a passing thought.

This is what love comes down to, things that happen and what we say about them.

Self-pity oozed through my soul. I tried to relax and enjoy it.

Every time she saw a videotape of the planes she moved a finger toward the power button on the remote. Then she kept on watching. The second plane coming out of that ice blue sky, this was the footage that entered the body, that seemed to run beneath her skin, the fleeting sprint that carried lives and histories, theirs and hers, everyone's, into some distance, out beyond the towers.

I don't know whether to feel good or bad about learning that my experience is widely shared.' 'Feel bad,' he said.