Quotes About Emotions

You are a good man," she had observed contentedly. "And it has been too long since I had this." He was surprised

Sometimes writing about a thing makes it easier to stand.

She jumps on me for sharing pain with the living, but she tries to share it with the dead.

Habits were difficult to break. The habit of living, the habit of fear … even the habit of love.

Do you think our world is coming to an end?" Dad asked, and with no warning at all, I almost started crying. I had all I could do to hold it back. What I thought was, "No, I think your world is coming to an end, and maybe you with it.

This would be so goddamn much easier if I weren't human," she said. "Think about it. If I weren't human, why the hell would I care whether you got raped?

Sometimes you have to remember a feeling you haven't had for a long time and bring it back so you can transmit it to someone else or use a feeling you have about one thing to help someone understand something else.

There are times when I wish I believed in hell—other than the hells we make for one another, I mean.

The Dunns must of felt this when Tracy vanished. Crazy as they are, crazy as she was, they must

Then … Rufus's fear of death calls me to him, and my own fear of death sends me home.

I like Curtis Talcott a lot. Maybe I love him. Sometimes I think I do. He says he loves me. But if all I had to look forward to was marriage to him and babies and poverty that just keeps getting worse, I think I'd kill myself.

It hurts like hell," I warned. He shrugged. "Most things do.

Às vezes, eu escrevia coisas porque não conseguia dizê-las, não conseguia entender meus sentimentos em relação a elas, não conseguia mantê-las presas dentro de mim. Era um tipo de escrita que eu sempre destruía depois. Não era para ninguém.

And of course he was flattered that she wanted him. He was human, and no doubt tired of being alone.

La mia 'freddezza' lo turbava, ma lui non era un empatico e non capiva che per me il dolore era il male e la morte la fine del dolore. Per quel che mi riguardava, nessun verso della Bibbia poteva cambiare questa verità. Harry non capiva l'empatia, ma infondo perché avrebbe dovuto? La maggior parte della gente ne sapeva poco o niente.

Helpless lust and unreasoning anxiety were just part of growing up.

I heard disbelief and questioning, threats and cursing, honor and disgust.

I can take a lot of pain without falling apart. I've had to learn to do that. But it was hard, today, to keep peddling and keep up with the others when just about everyone I saw made me feel worse and worse. My

Sometimes people say I look grim or angry. Better to have them think that than know the truth. Better to have them think anything than let them know just how easy it is to hurt me.

I look grim or angry. Better to have them think that than know the truth. Better to have them think anything than let them know just how easy it is to hurt me.

In order for me to understand who I am, I must begin to understand who she was. That is my reason for writing and assembling this book. It has always been my way to sort through my feelings by writing.

And, of course, he didn't shout. He tends not to. It's a pity. His disapproval might be easier to take if it were quick and loud. It was, as usual, quiet and intense.

Strangely, they seemed to like him, hold him in contempt, and fear him all at the same time. This confused me because I felt just about the same mixture of emotions for him myself. I had thought my feelings were complicated because he and I had such a strange relationship. But then, slavery of any kind fostered strange relationships. Only

Sometimes I write to keep from going crazy. There's a world of things I don't feel free to talk to anyone about.