Quotes About Emotions

Who advised counting to 10? Thomas Jefferson, the 3rd president of the United States. In his book entitled A Decalogue of Canons for Observation in Practical Life he wrote: "When angry, count to 10 before you speak; if very angry, a hundred.

Nathan's thoughts were a giant, angry sea tap-tap-tapping on a small dyke wall.

Her heart was red outside and all clogged up at its centre like a ripe ball of Edam.

Love wasn't a state change. Romance might be, and lust, and like, but they were just the preconditions. Love was the choice you made; day in, day out.

She stepped to one side of her feelings like stepping out of her clothes.

More than once, they wrapped in furs and cloaks and walked through the garden in the moonlight, still talking. Sometimes they just walked in silence, and Marghe thought she could hear Thenike's heart.

Being puzzled mad him anxious. Being anxious made him angry.

She was a piece of work. He was better off without her.

How does she feel about leaving her family? But it was always her wyrd.

If Gwladus was here, maybe the lady would smile sometimes. Maybe she wouldn't be so pitiless.

She felt depressed and uncertain, not yet ready to be alone with her new and fragile thoughts.

A face of many stories, some finished, some beginning.

They were afraid of the child. Fursey didn't know whether to pity her or be glad for her. Fear could always be used.

I didn't know what to make of this fey mood. He was the one who was supposed to make conversations easier.

She laid her hand briefly against Hild's cheek, which startled Hild so much she nearly knocked her cup over.

She had no idea why it was important and her heart was kicking like a hare. But she had been trained to show a still face so she raised her own mantle and looked back.

Hild wondered how it must feel to have someone you didn't quite trust make prophecies about what mattered most to you in the world.

She looked like a tear-streaked maid sleepless under the weight on unbearable knowledge. She smiled.

She could never be certain of the queen's feelings, but perhaps on this they were of the same mind.

When you understood what made people happy, you understood them.

The briefcase was old, worn and comfortable. It spoke of a real person with a real life, real feelings.

He could send his words trilling into the roof corners or scuttling through floor rushes.

Watch man and woman, her mother had said, put yourself inside them. Imagine what they're thinking.

I know how to look after myself; I have the money to buy whatever I need. Neither of these things is any protection for the raw wound that is grief, and this man sat like a sack of sharp salt in the middle of the only safe place I knew.