Quotes About Emotions

I still don't say anything. I want to but I can't. I want to explain everything that's going on in my head but I can't find the words

I think were made up of all these different pieces an every time someone goes your left with less of yourself.

And then he told me to close my eyes. And I think I've been frightened to do just that ever since.

Does it help?" he asks. "The e-mailing." She nods. "A tiny bit. It's strange. You're writing a letter to someone who's never going to read it, so it kind of frees you up a bit.

The worst thing about the slivers of light is that you get to catch people's expressions for only a split second; then they disappear again, and in between you are forced to think about what it is that could make a person look so devastated.

Like some crazed masochistic yo-yo

Some days are worse than others, my love, some days better than most.

Hatred smothers all beauty.

Recuerdo amor. Es lo que tengo que seguir recordándome. Es gracioso cómo puedes olvidarlo todo, excepto el amor de las personas que te han querido. Tal vez por eso a los humanos nos cuesta tanto recuperarnos de las historias de amor. No es el dolor lo que tratan de superar, es el amor.

I want so much not to do the teenage angst thing, but I have to tell you that I hate the life that, according to my mother, I'm not actually having.

At home, at our most vulnerable, she's Mummy. When we're talking to other people she's Mum, but in my head she's just Mia because I've been angry at her so many times that I've wanted to distance myself from her.

I can hazard a guess, but I'll never know/ Why you put these walls up, I can't get through/It's as though you want to be lonely and blue.

And being that happy makes me feel guilty. Because I shouldn't be. Not while my mum is feeling the way she is. How I can dare to be happy is beyond me, and I hate my guts for it. I hate myself so much that it makes my head spin.

I've had it with this waiting business. I can cope with another woman, but I can't cope with being ignored when there's nothing in his way.

I'm sorry," he says, "for that time I kissed you at that party and for that time at the wedding and more than anything for the thousand times that I wanted to and didn't have the guts to.

Not just a name but a state of mind I never want to revisit, although I do keep him at the back of my mind for those times I get my hopes raised about something. So then I can slap myself into reality and remind myself of what happens when you let someone into your sacred space.

On Friday morning, when Eugenia leaves, Rosie bawls, trying to embrace her, but her grandmother isn't the type. The older woman just keeps on walking until she gets into the cab. It doesn't mean Eugenia feels less. Martha thinks it means that she feels more, but is worried about the dam that'll burst if she ever lets the emotion get the better of her.

I'm in love. I don't want to be in love with Jacob Coote. I want to be in love with John Barton and have people look upon me with envy, but John doesn't make me feel like this. I'm beginning to realise that things don't turn out the way you want them to. and sometimes, when they don't, they can turn out just a little bit better.

Sometimes he felt he needed to inhale it and place it in a storage are in his soul. Just in case

If you close your eyes, you get to control your own darkness.

You screamed. And swore. Like this. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Ella le estaba enviando estrellas. Era difícil de escuchar. Él todavía se sentía como si estuviese robando algo. Hay momentos en los que no puedes creer que algo maravilloso está sucediendo. Ella le estaba enviando estrellas. Era difícil de escuchar. Él todavía se sentía como si estuviese robando algo.

You always seem so in control." "And you don't?" He laughed, but somehow not humorously. There was a darkness in his eyes that had nothing to do with color. "I'll let you in on a secret. I'm not. Sometimes I think that this life is shit. I mean, don't you find it pathetic?

Di le preguntaba algo sobre ellos me decía solamente que ya no quedaba nadie y que si se permitía experimentar toda la tristeza que eso le provocaba, nunca podría volver a funcionar como una persona normal.