Quotes About Emotions

Never cry over pain, their mother told them. Those are wasted tears.

Who needs her here anyway, Dara thought, walking through the front door, that familiar scent of mildew, paste, old perfume. Who needed Marie's buzzy, antic energy, her nighttime pacing and her bad dreams, the way she used all Dara's tampons and ate all the sardines?

Love is a kind of killing, Addy," she says. "Don't you know that?

She said I'd better not make her unhappy because I oughta know that she's never unhappy alone.

I have another friend who gets what I'm really like, and I get her. She scares me. Did you ever see yourself times ten in another person and want to cover your eyes?

I was so mad when I was younger," she said. "And then you grow up and think you're not that girl anymore. The girl you were at fifteen, sixteen. Angry and nasty. Hungry for love—" "—I guess some girls are like that," Katie said, cooly. "But the thing is, you're always that girl," Hailey said, stepping out of the car. "She never goes away. She's inside you all the time. That girl is forever.

She was the one who showed me all the dark wonders of life, the real life, the life I'd only seen flickering from the corner of my eye. Did I ever feel anything at all until she showed me what feeling meant? Pushing at the corners of her cramped world with curled fists, she showed me what it meant to live.

When you have nothing inside you, you feel everything more, and feel you can control all of it.

You learned to run from what you feel, and that's why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control.

My ever-present loneliness only grew worse. How could I complain? I'd come from nothing. I was the luckiest girl in the world. I had a family now. How ungrateful I was, to want anything more.

I will not tell her that you sold our family home in Newport without telling me and then left me in the cold with nothing because you were so jealous that Charles preferred me. I will not do this because you are all May has left. She

Some memories fade to tender nostalgia, and some fade altogether,

Sometimes I think I'll never really belong anywhere, or trust anyone. I think I need to learn how to stop caring about that." "You can't decide not to care," Sean said. "You can only control your response." "Is that really possible?" I asked. "It really is," he said. "It even starts to get a little bit easier." "Really?" My voice sounded like a stranger's. "When?

losing a friend is like losing a language, and I miss the one we spoke together.

I make you nervous," he said. She frowned. "Of course you don't." He clearly did, and that, perversely, made him feel.. relaxed...

How could he look exactly the same as he always did? How could he so nonchalantly shatter all the things I'd believed and bear no outward sign of it? I didn't understand. It seemed to me that if someone hurt you, there should be some kind of boomerang effect. They should get hit with it, too, so it wasn't just you. So they didn't get off scot-free while you marinated in the pain.

he'd rather get shot than navigate all these...feelings.

When you think about it, we actors are kind of prostitutes. We get paid to feign attraction and love. Other people are paying to watch us kissing someone, touching someone, doing things people in a normal monogamous relationship would never do with anyone who's not their partner. It's really kind of gross.

Memory can refuse to let you forget what you'd like to and run away with what you want to remember. It's an unreliable bitch, or your best friend. Sometimes, it's both at once.

I have seen clouds part for the sun. I have seen rainbows. I have seen flowers in the morning, covered in dew, and I have seen sunsets so brilliant with fire they made me want to weep. And I have seen Dan smile at me, his lips still wet from my kiss, and if I had to choose which sight moved me the most I would say it was that one.

Does madness bring creativity? Or does creativity cause madness? Can an artist create without the ups so high and the downs so low?

From the first time you laughed with me, all those months, and all those stories," Joe said quietly. "They were all you, to me. All of them were you.

Macy: "Listen, I can't pretend to be the queen of good advice, here. I've had more boyfriends than I can count, and I'm not so sure that's any better than not having any. But I do know this. When you find someone who makes you smile and laugh, when you find someone who makes you feel safe, you shouldn't let that person go just because you're afraid." Elle: "And you're not afraid of it ending?" Macy: "Sure I am, But I'd rather have something this good for a little while than have nothing forever

When you find someone who makes you smile and laugh, when you find someone who makes you feel safe…you shouldn't let that person go just because you're afraid.