Quotes About Emotions

Leave me be! Leave me be!" she shouted; and with her stick, she beat at her dreams. She had passed the children without noticing them. And then Pidge was not afraid of her any longer. He realized that her anger was directed only against herself and her own thoughts.

American men are allotted just as many tears as American women. But because we are forbidden to shed them, we die long before women do with our hearts exploding or our blood pressure rising or our lives eaten away by alcohol because that lake of grief inside us has no outlet. We, men, die because our faces were not watered enough.8

American men are allotted just as many tears as American women. But because we are forbidden to shed them, we die long before women do with our hearts exploding or our blood pressure rising or our lives eaten away by alcohol because that lake of grief inside us has no outlet. We, men, die because our faces were not watered enough.

If only faces could talk....

they don't care how much you know, unless they know how much you care.

What's bothering you? Did you read that paragraph in Sports Illustrated? The one about life expectancy for people with Alzheimer's? Yes. I read it. What did you think? Look, I think it's a guess, and a bad one. It's an average. [Crying] What upsets you the most? I want to see my son grow up.

Art is a means to enter, to play with, to dance with, to wrestle with anything that intrigues, delights, disturbs, or terrifies us.

Estas fluctuaciones mentales se caracterizan por el placer y el dolor, y así parece que la conciencia experimente placer y dolor, cuando en realidad el placer y el dolor son propiedades de la mente y no de la conciencia.

Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places.

All I wanted, even when I hated you most, was some poor, barren, parched excuse to love you. But you only gave me riddles.

That the mental experiences of dogs aren't as complex as ours is no reason to dismiss those experiences altogether.

The warmth of his body shouldn't have felt good. He was angry and every muscle was tense. It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.

Do you have any idea how much I love you?" he asked. "Enough to accept my apologies?" I suggested in a small voice. "Heck no," he said, and pushed off from the wall, stalking forward. When he reached me, he put his hands up and touched the sides of my neck with the tips of his fingers--as if I were something fragile. "No apologies from you," he told me, his voice soft enough to melt my knees and most of my other parts.

Don't make light of any man's pain.

He had lived a very long time, and only since he gained Anna had he learned to fear. He'd discovered that he had never been brave before—just indifferent. She had taught him that to be brave, you have to fear losing something.

She hit us," the woman shrieked. That was the gist of it anyway. There were a lot of unladylike words that began with "F," with various "C" words thrown in for leavening. … "Ben's better," I murmured. "He's more creative when he swears." "He does it in that English accent, which is too cool.

But that is the dual gift of love, isn't it? The joy of greeting and the sorrow of good-bye.

Love is not necessary for sex.

Stay out of this," she (Christy) snapped at me, wiping futilely at her cheeks. "This isn't your business." "When you blamed Adam, whose only fault that I can see is that he has poor taste in wives, you made it my business," I told her. Honey cleared her throat. "You do know you are one of his wives, right?" I raised an eyebrow. "Happily, he doesn't know how bad off he is with me—and I intend that he never will.

You play games with people's lives.(...) You forget that they are fragile.

It comes with being a teenager—you inspire violence in the hearts of those who love you. It mostly goes away when you hit twenty.

Then he'd come back home and found out that war didn't cause fear—love did.

She tried to imagine what Charles would do if another man came up to him and said, "You bring me joy.

The snarl didn't make Adam's too-handsome features less handsome, but it would probably have scared anyone else. Me? I think I have some kind of subliminal death wish because Adam's anger makes me go weak at the knees, and not in a terrified sort of way.