Quotes About Emotions

God is in the sadness and the laughter, in the bitter and the sweet.

All human actions are motivated at their deepest level by two emotions--fear or love. In truth there are only two emotions--only two words in the language of the soul.... Fear wraps our bodies in clothing, love allows us to stand naked. Fear clings to and clutches all that we have, love gives all that we have away. Fear holds close, love holds dear. Fear grasps, love lets go. Fear rankles, love soothes. Fear attacks, love amends.

What you resist, persists

I believe in romance with bite, sex with enthusiasm, and a full range of emotions from cave to sky that would make 'Heathcliff' and 'Mr. Darcy' fall to their knees in full passion. I believe in romantic erotica that is exciting and invigorating for both men and women. My readers share my books with their lovers. They can't get my books back from their wives. Or husbands.

I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?

Sometimes I just think depression's one way of coping with the world. Like, some people get drunk, some people do drugs, some people get depressed. Because there's so much stuff out there that you have to do something to deal with it.

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.

I'm fine. Well, I'm not fine - I'm here." "Is there something wrong with that?" "Absolutely.

Sometimes I just think depression's one way of coping with the world. Like, some people get drunk, some people do drugs, some people get depressed. Because there's so much stuff out there that you have to do something to deal with it.

So why am I depressed? That's the million-dollar question, baby, the Tootsie Roll question; not even the owl knows the answer to that one. I don't know either. All I know is the chronology.

Suddenly, it seemed to me an eternity since I had last seen Mam, and I cried. "What is wrong with the boy?" the monk asked. "It is his first day out," Dad fumbled. "Cheer up," the monk said to me. "You are becoming a man." "I am hungry," I told him. "That is one way of becoming a man," he concluded.

People who find dating confusing and bewildering almost always lack familiarity with themselves.

And each one there has one thing shared; They have sweated beneath the same sun, Look up in wonder at the same moon, And wept when it was all done, For being done too soon.

I am," I said To no one there An no one heard at all Not even the chair "I am," I cried "I am," said I And I am lost, and I can't even say why Leavin' me lonely still

The art of love is who you share it with.

In a perfect world, you could fuck people without giving them a piece of your heart. And every glittering kiss and every touch of flesh is another shard of heart you'll never see again.

Then, one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...you give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

Resentment is an extremely bitter diet, and eventually poisonous. I have no desire to make my own toxins.

In a relationship you have to open yourself up.

Relationships in general make people a bit nervous. It's about trust. Do I trust you enough to go there?

JEANNIE It's not like she's … She's really fat, Tom! A fat sow and you know it. I can tell you're aware by the way you're acting, which is really the puzzling part … TOM I-like-her. End of story.

WAITRESS 1 Actually, the last thing I want is to be alone, but . . . the other last thing is to be with someone.