Quotes About Emotions

I sniffed and dabbed at my eyes fiercely. I told myself I was only tearful because I was tired.

I'll tell you this. Leaving that which you love breaks your heart open. But you will find a jewel inside, and this precious jewel is the opening of your heart to all that is new and all that is different, and it will be the making of you-if you allow it to be.

Thus a day that had seen so many tears ended in the midst of a rainbow.

She would not allow someone for whom she had so little regard to have a negative effect on her mood at the start of a new week. -Pardonable Lies

No matter how big you get, it's still okay to cry because everybody's got a right to their own tears.

He wondered where that stuff went to, where love went to, how a person could just love somebody one day and boom –- the next day love somebody else.

Sometimes you do have to laugh to keep from crying. And sometimes the world feels all right and good and kind of like it's becoming nice again around you. And you realize it, and realize how happy you are in it, and you just gotta laugh.

There was a time when I believed there was loss that could not be defined, that language had not caught up to death's enormity.

I think I'd rather have my heart broke than do the breaking. —Lena

When you're 15, pain skips over reason, aims right for the marrow.

So why was he feeling like this? Why was he feeling like some promise the universe made had been broken?

I have all this stuff—all these thoughts going on inside me and they all seem so—so dangerous." —Tyler

Guess that's where the tears came from, knowing that there's so much in this great big world that you don't have a single ounce of control over.

Then for a moment like so many times before this I lost the words. Watched them drop . . . No. Dissipate . . . from the air between us. Dissipate. The word has shown up on my SAT prep tests again and again until it landed in this room with us. Between my mother. And me.

As the orchestra lifted into "Darling Nikki," I took small breaths to keep tears from coming. I had not expected this --to feel the close of a chapter. The girlhood of my life over now.

When I used to dream about that somebody they never had a face. It was more like a feeling.

Some evenings I don't know where the old pains end and the new ones begin. Feels like the older you get the more they run into one long, deep aching.

Sometimes people don't get a chance to say good-bye, Stag.

Being left is easier, elicits more sympathy, gives reason for tears.

We opened our mouths and let the stories that had burned nearly to ash in our bellies finally live outside of us.

Iris didn't understand his happiness. How this was so absolutely enough for him.

When the trumpeter picked up a solo and the music lifted past where the voices had just been, I felt like my ribs were shattering. There was so much in all of it. Just. So. Much. I wanted to say to Iris, It all feels like it's trying to drift out into somebody's eternity.

When you're young and your mother leaves, something inside of you fills up with the absence of her. I don't know how to explain. For a long time, there was this place inside of me where love for Marion should have been but wasn't.

So after the tears were all cried out, it was time to move on and figure out what to do with all that was coming at me.