Quotes About Emotions

We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has only happened once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it.

Mom says it's because she has PMS. Do you even know what that means? "I'm not a little kid anymore. It means pissed-at- men syndrome

I would like to visit the factory that makes train horns, and ask them how they are able to arrive at that chord of eternal mournfulness. Is it deliberately sad? Are the horns saying, Be careful, stay away from this train or it will run you over and then people will grieve, and their grief will be as the inconsolable wail of this horn through the night?

Break-ups are survivable. It´s the aftershocks that get you.

I'm overreacting, probably," Sophie says. "I just get a little bored with the abused-women-equals-art thing. It just all seems a bit eighties to me. Do you know what I mean?

Sometimes you feel so happy, it feels almost the same as sadness.

Oh, you can't hate people forever, can you? Sooner or later it always becomes clear that however awful they were to you, they were still trying to do their best. Nobody sets out to be awful, do they? But we're all this collection of traumas and hurts and dysfunctional mumbo-jumbo trying to be functional and logical and wise.

that the human brain expects permanence. The cup is where you put it. The car is where you parked it (if it hasn't been towed away). The wine is still in the refrigerator where you left it. It's only people, the most complex, important, influential, life-changing elements of our lives, who are there and then are shockingly not-there. And it's surprisingly hard to get one's brain around that. So

client once said that it was like a bottle full of pain, if you can imagine that. And each time you let yourself remember, each time you let yourself feel the pain, each time you cry, you empty the bottle a little bit. So it becomes easier to carry.

But I never did manage to tell you because I could never quite put the words together to express something so complex and sordid and exciting and stupid,. I still wonder how that conversation might have gone.

don't we all have moments of madness?

La peur est tellement envahissante, tellement omniprésente, qu'elle en devient presque normale. Il n'en demeure pas moins que vivre sous l'emprise de la peur, même quand elle ne vous quitte jamais, est une expérience éprouvante [...].

Pain and beauty, our constant bedfellows

I've started to hate this city, this country, all these STUPID FUCKING PEOPLE.

in the caves of my heart, where pain taps out its rhythms and sorrow sets its loss, i am without direction.

she hurriedly wipes her eyes so that he can see the girl he wishes.

Like, even if something dramatic or terrible in your life doesn't happen, just the act of growing older is like a massive trauma anyway.

It's often the ones we love most who do us harm.

It seems to me, that if we love, we grieve. That's the deal. That's the pact. Grief and love are forever intertwined. Grief is the terrible reminder of the depths of our love and, like love, grief is non-negotiable.

Do you hear what I hear, babe? Does it make you feel afraid?

and that makes him wish all over again that his dad would stop crying, so he can have a turn.

I am the thief of her last moments.

It's your crap that's endearing. It's the basis of any relationship, way beyond even the choice of who wins on to whom. It's crap that sustains things. The mutual vulnerability that comes from knowing each other's crap. How shallow would we be if you only felt things for people on account of their successes? How likely would that be to survive?

Perhaps everyone has a story that could break your heart...