Quotes About Emotions

The temptation to hide in his job, to allow all his thoughts and emotions to become absorbed in the details of his career was hard to resist. It felt like virtue and it was quite possible to be completely self-righteous about it. But it was, he knew, only cowardice in disguise. If you weren't willing to face your life—all your life, including the rough parts—then you weren't truly living. You were just making a living. He

He was more angry than he'd been in years, and helpless to do anything about it.

She had vowed never to shed one more tear over a worthless man. But it went against all that she knew to imagine Eli as worthless. He had always been the one guy she could run to. The one guy she could believe in. The one guy who was living, breathing evidence that she was worthy of love and care. Obviously, he no longer loved or cared.

Eli stepped back and spread his arms. "Imagine how I feel. All my functional parts in good working order and in the prime of my life, and the only woman I care about thinks we're best girlfriends.

Yes, Eli was gorgeous and sexy and she was still in love with him. That made her vulnerable. But being vulnerable was not the same as being defenseless. She was learning to be strong, she was learning not to settle for less than the kind of love she knew was out there, somewhere.

He stood staring into the darkness, trying without success not to think at all. He belonged to another woman, and Hattie belonged to another man. He asked himself how he could let her marry someone who would never understand her tender feelings.

Miss Althea?" "I don't blame you, Jesse," she said at last, taking control of her whirling emotions. "I must have…I must have led you astray somehow. But you must never touch me again." Jesse's disappointment was palpable. "Never?" That seemed impossible. To be allowed to know how wonderful it was to feel and smell and taste her and then to never be allowed that again. It was so unfair. Jesse wanted to cry. It was too unfair.

Cristo! The wrong thing to say to a woman he wished to calm.

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .... one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry...

I learned not to invest too much in a relationship before I really know how the other person feels.

Love isn't always enough. It's a hard lesson because we're raised to believe that it is—it's in every story we hear. But just because you love somebody and they love you back doesn't mean your relationship makes sense or that it's a good one for you both to be in. Having chemistry with someone is important, yes, but the most important thing is that the person you're with makes you happy.

Every kiss has its own meaning. As the early-twentieth-century French chanteuse Mistinguett said: "A kiss can be a comma, a question mark, or an exclamation point. That's basic spelling that every woman ought to know.

You know everything and you know nothing… And in that there's this: You will always learn something new. About him. About her. About yourself. And in learning the bad, the uncomfortable, the messy- it's what you take away that counts. What will you do with that knowledge? Will you leave? Pull tighter? Ignore it? Use it to fall in love even deeper? That's when you learn more about yourself.

it's a little girl named anna, and she doesn't know if she's ready to say good-bye to a father she's never really said hello to.

Sexual dreams aren't usually about sex.

ÎnvinÈ™i sunt toÈ›i oamenii care se g?sesc la sfârÈ™itul, sau spre sfârÈ™itul vieÈ›ii lor în dezacord sentimental cu cei mai buni dintre semenii lor.

C'était un mari, on ne se posait pas toutes ces questions. On se mariait, on vivait ensemble, parfois on riait, d'autres fois on ne riait pas, mais on ne souffrait pas pour autant.

Joséphine avait peur, si peur. Elle aurait pu indiquer précisément où elle avait peur, mesurer la longueur, l'épaisseur, le diamètre de la barre qui lui écrasait le plexus et l'empêchait de respirer.

A Bipolar Psychology cure for, to Bipolar.

I suppose that having lost true love once, I never wanted to replace it with a lukewarm approximation that would only serve to make me remember it forever.

La competizione non è per tutti e soprattutto non seleziona i migliori, solo i meno sensibili.

sometimes we hate something so much that we wind up identifying with it.

I repeat the names of the cardinal points in Russian: sever, north, desolate asperity of the Gulag; yug, south, a funnel that sucks you down toward the bottom; vostok, east, like the launch of a catapult; and zapad, west, the sound of falling head over heels.

There is a hierarchy, and these are the rules in my family: If you don't talk about a thing, it's not a problem. If you hide how deeply something hurt you, it didn't happen. If you pretend not to notice how deeply you hurt someone else, you don't have to feel bad about it.