Quotes About Emotions

It is a consuming knowledge, an overwhelming sadness for what is lost that makes enjoyment of the present impossible.

I told them good night and returned to my room, less lonely and warmed by the brief contact with others like me who felt the need to be reassured that an eye could show something besides suspicion or hate

At that age, it feels as good to feel bad as it does to feel good.

the consequences of sex are often more memorable than the act itself.

and so he tried to accept the ache in his heart as what Dr. Larch would call the common symptoms of normal life.

when however small a measure of jealousy is mixed with misunderstanding, there is always going to be trouble.

Oh FUCK the longings and agonies of youth.

If we couldn't get strong from what we lose, and what we miss, and what we want and can't have, then we couldn't ever get strong enough.

Self-hatred is worse than loneliness.

And when you love a book, commit one glorious sentence of it-perhaps your favorite sentence-to memory. That way you won't forget the language of the story that moved you to tears.

Lilly was not crazy. She left a serious suicide note. 'Sorry,' said the note. 'Just not big enough.

You're nice,' Cushie told him, squeezing his hand. 'And you're my oldest friend.' But they both must have known that you can know someone all your life and never quite be friends.

My brain is sending poison to my heart.

When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don''t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time.

It happens to many teenagers-that moment when you feel full of resentment or distrust for those adults you once loved unquestioningly.

Life is an X-rated soap opera.

Did anyone who was in love and was unsatisfied with how he was loved in return ever feel saved?

Women know when men don't desire them: ghosts and witches, deities and demons, angels of death—even virgins, even ordinary women. They always know; women can tell when you have stopped desiring them.

Hang in there, Frank!' Freud called - to the entire lobby. 'Don't let anyone tell you you're queer! You're a prince, Frank!' Freud cried. 'You're better than Rudolf!' Freud yelled to Frank. 'You're more majestic than all the Hapsburgs, Frank!' Freud encouraged him. Frank couldn't speak, he was crying so hard.

Because who can describe the look that triggers the memory of loved ones? Who can anticipate the frown, the smile, or the misplaced lock of hair that sends a swift, undeniable signal from the past? Who can ever estimate the power of association, which is always strongest in moments of love and in memories of death?

When people say that German or any other language is romantic... all they really mean is that they've enjoyed a past in the language.

Nostalgia! Miss Frost cried. You´re nostalgic! She repeated. Just how old are you, William? She asked. Seventeen, I told her. Seventeen! Miss Frost cried, as if she'd been stabbed. Well, William Abbott, if you're nostalgic at seventeen, maybe you are going to be a writer!

It is simply amazing, at that age, when you're thirteen or fourteen, how you can take being loved for granted, how (even when you are wanted) you can feel utterly alone.

I think now that is the nature of hymns-they make us want to repeat them...they are a part of any service, and often the only part of a funeral service, that makes us feel everything is acceptable.