Quotes About Emotions

You're an interesting person, Jack. Sullivan said. I wish I could figure out what you were thinging when you punched Stern and turned on Isabel. Well, I think that's the thing. Holloway said. I think it's clear that sometimes I just don't think. I think you do. Sullivan said. It's just you think about you first. The not thinking part comes right after that.

I'm a seething cauldron of disconnected rage on the inside, Lieutenant." "Ah, repression," Keyes said. "Excellent. Try to avoid taking a potshot at me when you finally blow, please." "I can't promise anything, sir," Alan said.

It is sort of remarkable to me how much grief can well up when a pet dies, until one remembers that they are in fact people, who just happen not to be human.

How much did you love her?" Jane asked. "Your wife. Kathy. When people are married for a long time, maybe they stay together out of habit." "Sometimes they do," I said. "But I loved her very much. All the time we were married. I love her now.

Oh, God," I said. "Thank you so very much for the mental image of Dad as a teenage sack of hormones. That's the sort of image that takes therapy to get rid of.

I don't think I like you," she said. "This has been a recurring theme in my life

Part of me was once someone you loved—she sent. I think that part of me wants to be loved by you again, and wants me to love you as well. I can't be her. I can just be me. But I think you could love me if you wanted to. I want you to. Come to me when you can. I'll be here.

My Schadenfreude phaser is set to Meh.

I want to mourn her, Jared said. I feel her. I can feel the love I had for her. That he had for her. I want to remember her, even if that means I have to mourn her. That's not too much to bear for her memory. It's not, is it? No, Cloud said. I guess it's not.

Watson didn't know what hit him. The last thing he sent through his BrainPal channel was a wash of emotion that could best be described as disoriented puzzlement, the mild surprise of someone who knows he's seeing something he wasn't expecting but hasn't figured out what it is. Then his connection was cut off, like a data feed suddenly unexpectedly shut down.

I'm a seething cauldron of disconnected rage on the inside, Lieutenant.

Alan hasn't lost it," I said. "And he's been in as long as I have." "That's true," Keyes said. "What's your answer to that, Rosenthal?" "I'm a seething cauldron of disconnected rage on the inside, Lieutenant.

Their lives were their own, and in their way they loved and feared and wondered and hoped. They did not expect me to be the end of all of that.

How much?" Patz said nothing but gave Kiva a look that she interpreted as saying a whole fuckton.

Nadashe propped herself up and smiled at her mother. "Hi, Mom," she said. The Countess Nohamapetan slapped her daughter hard across the face. "That's for killing your brother," she said. Then she slapped Nadashe again. "What's that one for?" Nadashe asked. "For getting caught.

It takes a special kind of pathetic loser to help someone you hate just to make his girlfriend happy, I thought.

You know," I said, "I've been trying to make jokes to you the entire time I've been here." "I know," she said. "I'm sorry. My sense of humor was surgically removed as a child." "Oh," I said. "That was a joke

I'm pretty good at being okay. If nothing

Because what you just said is the sort of line that comes out of a Lifetime movie character after she discovers she has breast cancer," Eleanor says.

In the lobby, the receptionist had attached herself to Hester, sobbing in joy. Hester stood there, wearing a receptionist, deeply confused.

When you're a teenager and you're in love, it's obvious to everyone but you and the person you're in love with," I said. "Don't ask me why. It just works that way.

It was the 'he likes someone else and now I'm sad and want to go eat an entire pie' thing.

there are only so many times you can listen to the guitar solo in Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb" without going a little numb yourself

Do the strong cry every night for a month? she asked softly. When they need to, I countered, clasping her hand. Women, Arjumand, women are taught that there's no strength in our tears. But why are one's tears powerless, if those tears lead to insight, or a sense of peace?