Quotes About Emotions

It often has been said that unforgiveness is like you drinking poison but expecting the other person to die.

I have been privileged to feel enormous love for my children and that's their eternal gift to me. This love is always there softly glowing inside of me, and only causes pain when I diminish it with expectations.

You cannot warm yourself at the fire of anger without chilling your soul.

So what accounts for the enduring popularity of these stories where nothing happens on a grand scale, where characters engage in endless small talk and the protagonists suffer in silence and only reveal their true feelings at the very end of the tale?

I cannot love two people at once," Becky told William. "No. You can't," he said. "Well, then. That's all right, then. Of course one can't, I mean to say, I wasn't sure you hadn't mistaken any aspect of our friendship for something else." Her heart stood still and it raced, all at once. "Because you don't love him," William said.

The more illogical a fool's position, the more passionate he's likely to be about hanging on to it.

In fact, she sounded like she was mad at Katie for wearing it.

I told Mama and Savannah about Ruben's proposal. That got us to talking about marriage and we laughed and cried some, and missed Papa, and it felt good to belong to each other. I don't feel as lonely today as I have in months. At least I know there are other women around me.

How is it possible for me to feel so young and so old at the same time?

One thing I'd learned from all the burying I'd attended was that sometimes it's hard to pay attention. Burying someone you know will set your mind down some distant trail, as the one you're really on is too painful to view. at the burial of Ernest, Sarah's brother p177

One thing I know, whispered Savannah, is that if he was quiet, and you were quiet, and neither of you minded it, then you are in love.

You cannot apologize for my feelings. You may apologize for your actions

Stay outside, looking in. See those two poor people. Sad girl. Sad boy. Sadder than a movie, two people parting. My heart was behind a huge concrete dam with no gates, no opening, not even a hairline crack. On this side those people only look sad. They feel no pain. On this side.

But there is no easy way to mourn a child.

Children are a burden to a mother, but not the way a heavy box is to a mule. Our children weigh hard on my heart, and thinking about them growing up honest and healthy, or just living to grow up at all, makes a load in my chest that is bigger than the safe at the bank, and more valuable to me than all the gold inside it.

We move on like stone statues. I feel like my legs are made of wooden branches and my heart is a hard rock inside. For days I do not even tie up my hair and it flows around me like an Indian's. I can't find my bonnet and my traveling clothes are ragged and so is my soul.

I'm about fed up with men right now. It's just trouble, always trying to figure what one's got caught in his craw that he isn't telling.

Children are a burden to a mother, but not the way a heavy box is to a mule. Our children weight hard on my heart, and thinking about them growing up honest and healthy, or just living to grow up at all, makes a load in my chest that is bigger than the safe at the bank,and more valuable to me than all the gold inside it.

Children] just cannot be sad too long, it is not in them, as children mourn in little bits here and there like patchwork in their lives.

And he likes to torment me, and laughs when I get upset when he does. No, of course not. I do not love Jack Elliot. He is low and coarse and a soldier, and not the kind of man I want to spend my life with.

I declare, it is like some other part of me made up some rules about happiness and I just went along with them without thinking. My heart is lightened so much that I am amazed at how sad I felt for so long.

But I also know that to ignore joy while it lasts, in favor of lamenting one's fate, is a great crime.

Most of all, it was the wild music that impressed Matt. It did the same thing that playing the piano had done when he was frightened and lonely. It took him into another world where only beauty existed and where he was sage from hatred and disappointment and death.

Because society would rather we always wore a pretty face, women have been trained to cut off anger.