Quotes About Emotions

But for me, it feels like nighttime even in the brightest sun without my friend.

But sometimes, I hate myself for hating him. Simply because he is an ordinary boy.

I nod yes-no-yes-no and run back to Ama, afraid to tell her about this new auntie who smells of amber and jasmine and possibility.

Trying to remember, I have learned, is like trying to clutch a handful of fog. Trying to forget, like trying to hold back the monsoon.

You show you care, you die. You show you fear, you die. You show nothing, maybe you live.

Back at the hut, all my sister, they start to cry. "No crying," my aunt says, very strict. "You cry only in your mind." But later, when everyone else asleep, I hear my aunt, her tears, they fall like rain.

while happiness is something more personal, something a little more selfish perhaps.

In my old age, I was at last being permitted to make the discovery that lovemaking gets better and better with time, if it's with someone you care for.

We made it," said Joe. "It just hits me now.

Dios, me estas ayudando demasiado. Me has hecho demasiado fuerte. Descansa un poco, deja que me hunda en mi dolor, permíteme llorar y lamentarme, permíteme enloquecer y gritar y darme cabezazos contra la pared.

All stories are true. The truth is the journey you take from it - did it make you laugh, cry, or seek and want justice? Then it's true.

What I loved most about our family was that we could all speak our hearts. We never measured words.

I spent the months with Houston regretting leaving you. When I heard you were no longer with my grandfather, I thought I had lost you. I don't ever wish to live through that time again." Perhaps

Insecurity is normal. Count on it.

If our sociality motivates caring for others, it is also true that we are given to hate. We humans regularly derive pleasure from hating those we consider outsiders. We tend to find hating energizing.

these past few years. They had filled her

I write you a letter that begins With I love you and ends with I love you and Somewhere in the middle is one goodbye for Every hurt

I was both fed up with explaining and desperately craving an explanation.

Your skill can never buy you love. It may win you admiration and envy, but never love. If that was what you were after, you have wasted your time.

I know some sisters who only see each other on Mother's Day and some who will never speak again. But most are like my sister and me... linked by volatile love, best friends who make other best friends ever so slightly less best.

THE NEXT FEW days were got through as days of that sort are got through. You have to live them, and know them, and feel them, and when they are over you have to get on with the business of living again.

Is this for someone special?" asked the saleslady as she folded my purchase in layers of tissue paper. "For my mama," I said proudly. "She dead.

Well, Lord, I changed my mind. Fuck that nigga. Take away my love for that lying piece of shit. Don't change him. Please, God, change my heart.

cowered in her seat. In her head, she heard Emmanouil's voice