Quotes About Emotions

Froi thought for a moment. "I never imagined I was looking for something in a woman. But if I did, I'd have to judge her by the way I felt lying beside her before I went to sleep at night and how I felt in the morning waking up to her.

thirdly is how I feel about you, but more than anything how I feel about me because of you.

I'm angry that I want to cry because I feel like I've been manipulated by the soundtrack in my head - the same one that made me cry in some shit sentimental movie with Julia Roberts where the mum is dying of cancer.

I want to cry because my mind is working too much

And I hate him and love him and curse him and feel sorry for him, all at the same time.

People fall out of love. People disappoint other people and they find it hard to forgive.

Thomas Mackee and Jimmy Hailler grasp each other's hands, one of those brothers-in-arms-we-fought-in-Nam-together grips, but outside this room I don't think they relate.

It's all rather political, mourning is.

Despite her ability to enjoy most of their days, sometimes her despair was so great that, in a melancholy moment when she'd allow herself to think of her family, she'd almost stop breathing

Kind of interested in you, " he laughs, as if he can't believe what he's hearing. "I'm kind of interested in calculus and ancient Roman warfare. You don't use words like kind of interested to describe how I feel about you.

I need desperately to feel it all, so when something wonderful happens, the contrast will be so massive that I will bottle the impact and keep it for the rest of my life.

Froi fell in love. He didn't want to. Not with a Charyn city. But he did because people didn't stand around in Paladozza and stare suspiciously, They sat around and spoke to each other and laughed.

Suddenly the strangeness of Quintana of Charyn's face made sense. Because it was a face meant for laughing, but it had never been given a chance. It robbed Phaedra of her breath.

Beatriss looked away, fighting tears. She gripped their hands. "I'm forgetting what the truth is, friends," she said. "We were here, Lady Beatriss. We saw it all, so when you forget what the truth is, you come to us and we'll remind you.

The depression belongs to all of us. I think of the family down the road whose mother was having a baby and they went around the neighborhood saying, "We're pregnant." I want to go around the neighborhood saying, "We're depressed." If my mum can't get out of bed in the morning, all of us feel the same. Her silence has become ours, and it's eating us alive.

Sometimes you don't let us talk about how we're feeling. If we feel scared, you say, 'Nothing to worry about, guys,' but that doesn't make it go away. It makes it grow.

Why did I feel so grateful that people treated me well?

And Bish thought it strange that seventeen-year-old girls who had sex with idiot boys could still cry like babies for their fathers.

If he can still piss her off, then it's a whole lot better than indifference.

Because your grief at what you saw in those moments was too much for her to bear. Your pain made her weak. Her pain made you strong. Light and dark. Dark and light.

We'd go to bed furious with each other, and then she'd wake me in the middle of the night and come and lie on my bed and we'd talk for hours, about nothing and everything, and she'd let me touch the scars on her stomach—the scars from where they cut me out of her.

The girls would always tell me not to take things personally, but I never believed there was any other way of taking it.

People with lost personalities will suffer a great deal more than those with lost virginities

If she allowed herself to give in to the whole sadness of it, she'd never ever be able to operate like a normal person again.