Quotes About Emotions

Those antidepressants Dr. Huang gave her were some kind of miracle drug. I considered giving them a try, but I didn't think they'd work for me. I had no cause to be happy. I felt sad with good reason, and it wouldn't be right to mess with that feeling. I thought I ought to just stay sad for a while.

I felt like you could open a door in my hollow, tin chest--just flip it open, easy--and see my heart throbbing, raw and bloody and sore. You could even reach in and squish it if you wanted to. I didn't want anyone getting close enough to open that door and see that mess (250-251).

Before he sat down, my internal heat-seekers sensed what was coming my way: deep blue eyes that melted girls like Velveeta in a microwave. I tried to resist those microwave eyes, but sometimes there's no defense against them. I had a feeling I'd be seeing him weeping over my coffin later that night.

You can love somebody without it being like that. You keep them a stranger, a stranger who's a friend.

Laura, this isn't love. Love lets you go on a trip without following you. Love can live without you for a week, knowing you'll come back.' 'No, it can't.' The afternoon shadows grew long and cold. In spite of the chill, a heat rose up inside her and flooded her face. 'That's how you know it's true love. When he can't live without you.' Karen shook her head. 'That's how you know it's obsession. Or something else.

For a whole day I couldn't remember that Dad was dead. It was as if accepting his death would kill me, too. I lost my mind; I can admit it. If you don't go at least a little crazy when your favorite person dies, something is wrong with you.

Even Robot Girls get nervous sometimes. -Beatrice Szabo

In a romantic comedy, I would have been able to wipe all his troubles away with a single kiss. But that wasn't going to happen—not the kiss, not the troubles vanishing with it. I felt so close to him, but I didn't want to kiss him. And I didn't get the sense that he wanted to kiss me.

When we were upset as little girls, Dad used to say, "Let's go to the window and see if we see anyone as unhappy as we are." And he would lead us to the window, where we'd watch people pass by in the street until we cheered up.

Entonces me preocupé: ¿Qué pasa si me estaba volviendo como Ginger? ¿Qué pasa si no podía ser feliz a menos que estuviera con Robbie, como Ginger no podía ser feliz sin Papi?

Sweet of her. Careful, Nicky. She'll feed your heart through her Magimix." "Well, you know me - I'm a guy who likes extreme sports.

Of course, we're made up of what we've forgotten too, what we've tried to bury or suppress.

Now the house is a museum of everything she can't let go

Waking, I am freighted with memory: my mother's last words spoken--after her death--in a dream: Do you know what it means to have a wound that never heals?

How can I see anything but this: how trauma lives in the sea of my body, awash in the waters of forgetting.

Everyone you have ever loved in your life becomes a part of your soul. They never leave. They're always inside you, and you can bring them out whenever you want.

Every silence says something: the silence between words, between notes in music and between people.

National identity is, of course, historically constructed; but it is nevertheless symbolized by a flag and an anthem, materialized by administrative acts and by material boundaries, the object of emotional projections that make people speak, make them act and even, sometimes, fight.

I'm comfortable only when there's a mutual attraction. That's what anyone wants. If I find out she's not attracted to me, it brings down my level of attraction to her. If I'm interested and find out she's not, I tend to cool off.

You have a dramatic portion of your television program and you treat it dramatically, and then you have a comedic portion of your program, and you treat it differently. Why do you change who are between the two pieces? You're the same person. Just go.

Each death was like a hook through my skin, pulling me always backward to that moment. Already I felt the strain of those deaths, those visions, tearing at the fabric of who and where and when I was.

Look in his eyes. He has died a thousand times these last moments...You defeated him utterly the moment you saw fear in his eyes. All else is redundancy.

The job in getting people to fight and have faith is in making them believe in what life has made them feel, making them feel that their feelings are as good as others'.

Prejudice is the emotional commitment to ignorance.