Quotes About Emotions

I wanted to be angry with him, but since my love for him had burned to ash, I couldn't find anything to mold into fury.

I turned only halfway, gave him half my attention. Half of myself. "Are you ever going to be happy again?

Fuuuuuuuuck youuuuuuu," Keisha said.

?simyl?jimai niekada neb?na vienodi. Jeigu esi palaimintas - arba prakeiktas - patirti š? jausm? daugiau negu vien? kart?, kiekvien? syk? b?na kitaip. Myl?dama niekada tuo neabejojau - meil? visada tikra, net jeigu trunka tik trump? akimirk?.

Try not to kill me with your love, try not to break a glass wall seeing everything, but going unheard, the words feel unspoken. Crystals gleaming at our feet, innocently joined by red fists and a kiss.

pain clinging to me—like a good friend,

the importance of words as "the signs of our thoughts and feelings in all their minutest shades and variations.

she experienced through music "the highest moments of a contemplative kind," when "I seemed to see the relations of things . . . and my soul was rapt to enthusiasm to live & be what I ought.

I'm not in love. It's a crush which is why it hurts. Crushes crush. Otherwise they'd be called awesomes. "I have an awesome on him.

I know it makes sense for me and him to just break up now and just live our seperate lives and not have to worry about missing each other all the time. But when I think about that, I get sick. Physically sick. Like I seriously throw up. I need to be with him, even if I can't, like, be with him.

She mailed me a Merry Christmas-I'm-Breaking-Up-with-You card. I'll read it to you," he said. He cleared his throat. "Dear Marcus. Merry Christmas. I'm breaking up with you. Mia.

You can only really really hurt the ones that you really really love.

As much as I don't care about those things, I think it's human nature to not want to feel totally insignificant.

I hate the very human inclination towards insensitivity

So much of courtship is the unspoken.

Because I've learned that you can't control what other people are going to think about you. The best you can do in life is not piss yourself off.

Ever notice how people wait until they're not going to see you anymore to say something nice to you?

Oh, yeah,' she said. 'He likes your brain, J.D., but he ain't attracted to you, which is a cryin' shame, if you don't mind me sayin' so.' No. How could I mind the truth? It was a cryin' shame, and my tears almost dripped right into my stuffing.

We're your friends," said Bridget. "And we're worried about you,"said Pepe. "I'm fine." Then I mean to laugh a silly, carefree kind of laugh, but it came out more maniacal than intended. "HAH-hee-hee-hah-hah-HAH!" Bridget and Pepe exchanged terrified looks.

Just thinking about all the drama gets my tubes in a twist.

Oh, Christ. That's exactly the type of thing that warrants a journal burning.

Happy entries in my journal do not exist. Or if they do, they end abruptly with scenes and sentences left unfinished because they are too gushy in a way that is disturbing and sick and foreign.

How do you react to something like that? How? How do you react when you find out the exact opposite of what you've been telling yourself is true?

You, yes, you, linger inside my heart The same you who stopped us before we could start I didn't want to leave, but you began to believe Your own crocodile lies.