Quotes About Emotions

How did one fall out of love without falling apart at the same time?

wound goes. It is deep. What. How. Oh,

The best of it, thats what we told ourselves, over and over again as one day rolled into the next; we were only making the bets of it. It was a story, a riddle, a wish stalk that we wove into every kiss, a sweet powdered sugar that would melt and disappear on the end of our tongues, but for now it was real enough.

I couldn't see it, but I was certain Priya kicked Jalaine beneath the table because Jalaine jumped in her seat, then shot Priya and angry scow.

Vielleicht gab es nicht nur eine einzige Art, Liebe zu definieren. Vielleicht hatte die Liebe so viele Schattierungen wie das Blau am Himmel.

Or what, Jase? What are you going to do? I am your brother!" My chest heaved. "And Kazi is my wife!

The crowd went wild, and a few girls standing near me whispered among themselves. I thought it was time for him to put his shirt back on. (pg 242)

there were a hundred ways to fall in love. Maybe there were a hundred ways to find and give forgiveness too. I think I had already found a few of them.

Is it asking too much to want to be loved? To look into someone's eyes and see—" Her voice cracked, and there was more silence. "And see tenderness. To know that he truly wants to be with you and share his life with you.

The queen once told me there were a hundred ways to fall in love. Maybe there were a hundred ways to find and give forgiveness too. I think I had already found a few.

Love's always a messy affair better left to young hearts. There are no ground rules to follow.

Love . . . It's a nice little trick if you can find it. We had found it. But now I knew finding love and holding on to it were not the same thing.

Tomar a vida de outra pessoas, ela havia sussurrado, até mesmo sendo alguém culpado, nunca deve ser fácil. Se fosse, seríamos um mais do que animais

Who has not been, or is not to be mad in some lonely hour of life? Who is quite safe from the trembling of the balance?

and he knew that our dreams are none the less terrible to lose, because they have never been the realities for which we have mistaken them.

So many people com einto our lives and then leave the way they came. But there are those precious few who touch our hearts so deeply we will never be the same.

At times she had thought that this was the only kind of connection you could have with people—intense, inexplicable and ultimately incomplete.

Everybody has their sadness. And most people are scared of it.

When he held her that way, she felt so happy that it disturbed her. After he left, it would take her hours to fall asleep, and then when she woke up she would feel another onrush of agitated happiness, which was a lot like panic. She wished she could grab the happiness and mash it into a ball and hoard it and gloat over it, but she couldn't. It just ran around all over the place, disrupting everything.

Well, chaos was not unfamiliar to him. In daily life, his emotions were chaos. He let himself become a vessel for them, letting feeling roar through him, pulling him around like a kite, boiling him like water in a kettle, dissolving him in a whirl of elements.

In my diary I wrote, "I fear my father's anger, but I fear my mother's love.

One should never be sexually involved with anyone one genuinely cares for. A sexual relationship guarantees a loss.

I think coldness is chic among writers, and particularly ironic coldness. What is absolutely not allowable is sadness. People will do anything rather than to acknowledge that they are sad.

I will be sad. I've gotten very attached to Harry and all that goes on in his world, I guess I'll just be kind of tasting every bit of it because it will be the last one.