Quotes About Emotions

we laughed until we had to cry, we loved until we said goodbye.

Love. It's so close to hate, it's almost indistinguishable. But this is how it was for the two of them. Love and hate. Life and death. Joy and anguish.

I'm tired of being your best friend. I'm tired of being second best. I won't settle for that anymore. It's all or nothing, Schuyler. You have to decide. Him or me. - Oliver Hazzard-Perry

I still love you. I will always love you, and that is all that matters. I will forgive you anything, and I will forgive you this.

I grew up in a dysfunctional family.

And there's something else that rain gives us; something deeper and more mysterious, to do with memory, and nostalgia, and a pleasurable kind of melancholy.

You bring your own weather in your life.

But they hadn't seen the expression on Adam's face that day. Forgiveness just wasn't an option, not in this case. Anyway, that really wasn't the point. She didn't want forgiveness. All Leonie ever wanted was for Adam to know that she'd never meant to hurt him, and if she managed that, it would be enough.

You wouldn't be able to appreciate the happy time if you didn't sometimes experience sad times as well.

Because I can tell you happy endings do not occur when there are three people involved in a relationship story. Someone gets hurt. Always.

All she knew was that something was going wrong in her relationship, in parallel to something good and intriguing happening elsewhere and, try as she might, she felt powerless to stop either one.

I suppose I am a glutton for punishment really, voluntarily attending a wedding to watch the love of my life marry another woman.

No one deserves to be put through such an ordeal, to feel like you have to watch the love of your life get married, just to find closure.

I guess people do have different ways of dealing with stuff,' she said diplomatically, 'but you can't run away for ever.

Jenna nodded, wiping tears away with the back of her hand. She leaned toward David and they hugged again. "I was never okay with losing you," she said quietly. "You know that, right?

Life would be so much simpler if guys were like mood rings, and they changed color when they liked you.

What if in every breakup, the dumper gets to live happily ever after, while the dumpee gets a lifetime membership in the Bitter Book Club?

Talking won't change it. But sometimes it was what she wanted most, to tell someone; often, though, she just wanted to escape those horrid feelings, to escape herself, so there was no pain, no fear, no ugliness.

Mortals are such fragile things. Just tender feelings walking around exposed in their delicate shells...Easy to crush.

Sometimes being human sucks.

We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.

He didn't slam the door, didn't rage, didn't weep, he simply left.

Stab one or two healers, and everyone overreacts.

Tell me i'm not losing more of you to him every fucking day. -Seth