Quotes About Emotions

cuando le puse veneno en la tortilla, hasta me vino una alegría. Porque él no había tenido pena de mamá, cuando mamá se moría. Yo tampoco tuve pena de él. Ahora estamos todos a mano.

la sola idea de repetir una relación como la que tenía con su madre la llenaba de espanto.

Lucía la miró y cayó en la cuenta de que ella jamás tendría una vida doméstica normal, porque sus pensamientos estaban demasiado contaminados por el pasado.

contó Lucía a la policía fue que había estado preparando esa muerte durante diez años. "Antes no podía matarla porque estaba débil. Pero en estos diez años, desde el día de mi aborto hasta hoy, me fui entrenando y poniendo fuerte para matar a mamá. Es raro, pero la verdad es que yo no podía vivir si ella también estaba viva".

My friends often cite my life as being an inspiration to them, and I have quite rigorously assembled something that looks really good from the outside. But that performance has always been a stark contrast to how I feel about myself. I had a gut feeling that Jean Nidetch knew all about that soul-killing mismatch.

Tell me how you are." "I'm fine, Mother." "No one is fine. Fine is a placeholder.

the sorrow she carried around that made her smile come a second too late and made her ears grow dull so that her children would have to call her three or four times before they could get her attention.

and feels, for the first time in her life, but not the last, the exquisite pain of love. In

She believes her parents do not love her less, only that before, she had a child's notion of love that did not include the small treacheries of delusion and fear and shame.

I hate how the people who really get you are the ones you can never hold on to for very long. And the ones who don't understand you at all stick around.

We are all anthologies. We are each thousands of pages long, filled with fairy tales and poetry, mysteries and tragedy, forgotten stories in the back no one will ever read.

how monstrous the people you loved could be.

I knew they would kill me when they found out, but…" He struggled for words, releasing a sharp breath. I think I realized that I would rather die because I betrayed them, than live because I betrayed you.

It was with heavy hearts that they took leave of one another.

Twee jaar later, in die winter van 1995, het sy die eindfluitjie vir haar huwelik hoor blaas. Alles was verby, daar is nie eens meer beseringstyd oor nie. Niemand het die stryd gewen nie, albei kante het verloor. Daar kon nie 'n wenner in hierdie kragmeting wees nie.

Sommige ervarings word nooit vergeet nie, net onderdruk.

First love is never forgotten,' she went on. 'It's the only love that remains fresh and potent for a lifetime. It's the truest and most innocent of loves, exactly because it can never come to fruition. Do you understand what I mean?' 'Not exactly.' 'It never grows old; you see? It's as fleeting as the morning dew, yet it clings to us all our lives.

She'd found that she needed closeness and trust more than sex. Desire grew out of trust, not the other way round.

It's perfectly possible to love Paris while detesting the French,

But I think I'd rather be alone than be hurt all the time.' 'Loneliness hurts, too,' he said quietly.

For my own part, I have never found happiness in love.

Nobody can take another's place. Love doesn't work like that. One can love more than once, but each love is glorious in its own way.

To speak behind others' backs is the ventilator of the heart.

Saying goodbye is a little like dying.