Quotes About Emotions

There isn't a person you wouldn't love if you could read their story

One does not know what Lady Emily's advice was about falling in love but later Krishna expressed surprise when she told him she was jealous. He was becoming reconciled to being without her. '...it is the question of the sun & the moon—never can they be together so the less said about it the better', he wrote on April 18. In

I consider calmly the question of how much evil I should need to kill off my finer feelings…

Nineteen years are as ages to you when you are nineteen. When you are nineteen, there is no experience to tell you that all things have an end. This aching pain has no end.

When I think of the exquisite love and sympathy which might be between a mother and daughter, I feel myself defrauded of a beautiful thing rightfully mine, in a world where for me such things are pitiably few.

To be a woman, young and all alone, is hard - hard! - is to want things, is to carry a heavy, heavy weight.

Raising a child, managing a household, and being a good wife, all the while focusing on expressing herself in ways that had never been done before, took an enormous toll on Morisot

You musn't force sex to do the work of love or love to do the work of sex.

In violence we forget who we are.

You mustn't force sex to do the work of love or love to do the work of sex—that's quite a thought, isn't it?

One of the big features of living alone was that you could talk to yourself all you wanted and address imaginary audiences, running the gamut of emotion.

Love had done this to her, for the second time. Love was bad for her. There must be certain people who were allergic to love, and she was one of them. Not only was it bad for her; it made her bad; it poisoned her. Before she knew him, not only had she been far, far happier but she had been nicer. Loving him was turning her into an awful person, a person she hated.

You have to live without love, learn not to need it in order to live with it.

It came to her that he was going to leave without making love to her. This would mean they had made love for the last time this morning. But that did not count: this morning they did not know it was for the last time. When the door shut behind him, she still could not believe it. "It can't end like this," she said to herself over and over, drumming with her knuckles on her mouth to keep from screaming.

He would have been far more attractive to her if she could have trusted him. You could not love a man who was always playing hide-and-seek with you; that was the lesson she had learned.

She rarely showed her emotions, which appeared to have been burned out by the continual short-circuiting of her attention.

I've done an informal, anecdotal survey about marriage, and I've found no evidence that it brings happiness.

Jessamy stayed behind, angry that Alistair seemed not to understand how important it was to her to have their own home. For years they had had to meet in secret until her divorce came through from Fabian Montague, her former husband. These were years during which Romaine had known Alistair as her uncle, while she was really his child. Why could he not understand her need for them to be in their own home, not in a busy dispensary-cum-hospital, where there would be sick and dying people?

She once read during emotional duress a person's body and soul could actually part. That a person could quite literally be beside herself.

Time, on its own, heals nothing. ? Mary Rakow, The Memory Room . (Counterpoint, August 31, 2004) Originally published April 1st 2002.

Clouds of black birds rose up wailing and screaming, like the thoughts of my heart.

In grief more than in joy, man longs to know that the universe turns around him.

His feelings were confused; he wanted to grasp till Alexander's very bones were somehow engulfed within himself, but knew this to be wicked and mad; he would kill anyone who harmed a hair of his head.

At twenty-three, one is not frightened off a conversation merely by the fear of its becoming intense.