Quotes About Emotions

When a man feels he has come to the end of his rope, it is perfectly natural that he should want to scream.

Rather than fill me with ecstasy or gladness, this breakthrough overpowered me with dread. I didn't know myself anymore. I was inhabited by something that wasn't me, and that thing was so terrible, so alien in its newness, I couldn't bring myself to talk about it. I let the tears come pouring out of me, and once I started, I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to stop

Rather than punch the girl in the face, he abruptly stood up from his seat and walked away.

Una volta tanto mi lasciai andare, senza volermi sentire superiore alla mia felicità, senza volermi guardare dall'alto o essere più intelligente dei miei sentimenti.

Llevo mucho tiempo luchando por decirle adiós a algo, y esta lucha es lo único que de veras importa. La historia no está en las palabras; está en la lucha.

I know you don't love me but that doesn't mean I'm the wrong girl for you.

He wondered why he turned so sentimental. That's what happened when you have no one to talk to.

Desde então, sob o sol radioso, sob a tempestade, ao crepúsculo, sentimos amargamente a sua falta

Henry je Mr. Bonesu dokazao da se ljubav ne može mjeriti. Ona uvijek negdje postoji, pa i kad je se izgubi mogu?e je prona?i novu.

No es que escribir me produzca un gran placer, pero es mucho peor si no lo hago.

According to them, when you think a dark or pessimistic thought, it produces a cloud in the sky. If enough people are thinking gloomy thoughts at once, then rain will begin to fall. That

There was this certainty inside me, and it destroyed everything else. The moment Ferdinand touched me, I knew that I was going to kill him, and the certainty was so great, so overpowering, that I almost wanted to stop and tell him about it, just so he would be able to understand what I thought of him and why he deserved to be dead.

Mildred was capable of crying, but there they were weeping in front of him as they said good-bye to each other, both of them understanding that it could be months or years before they saw each other again, and Ferguson saw it as he stood below them in his five-year-old's body, looking up at his mother and his aunt, stunned by the excess of emotion pouring out of them, and the image traveled to a place so deep inside him that he never forgot it.

Never underestimate the importance of war. War is the purest, most vivid expression of the human soul.

But the Can Man is still touched in the head, and on nights when the world closes in on him, he still gets down on his hands and knees and howls at the moon.

One would have to be nearly unconscious not to see, or at least not to feel, that the house was no longer the same. "Habit", as one of Beckett's characters says, "it's a great deadener", And if the mind is unable to respond to the physical evidence, what will it do when confronted with the emotional evidence?

No hay nada que disimular. Tiene usted derecho a sus propios sentimientos.

for her laugh wasn't the squealing, out-of-control noise of a child, he noted, but a succession of gut-deep, resonant guffaws—merry yaps, to be sure, but at the same time thoughtful, as if she understood why she was laughing, which made her laugh an intelligent laugh, a laugh that laughed at itself even as it laughed at what it was laughing at.

Feigned or not, sometimes I'm jealous of Hominy's oblivousness, because he, unlike America, has turned the page. That's the problem with history, we like to think of it's a book – that we can turn the page and move the fuck on. But history isn't the paper it's printed on. It's memory, and memory is time, emotions, and song. History is the things that stay with you.

When she finished, the white teacher, his face streaked with tears, tapped his boss on the shoulder, and like a television cop handing in his badge and gun, he solemnly removed the shiny new Teach for America button fastened to his sweater vest, placed it in Charisma's palm, and walked off into the squall.

No one has, because even in this middle age, he's sensitive, and if you say the wrong thing, he'll show the world just how sensitive he is by crying at your funeral.

We recognized the face he was wearing as a mask from our own collections. The happy mask we carry in our back pockets, and like bank robbers whip out when we want to steal some privacy or make an emotional getaway.

That's the problem with history, we like to think it's a book—that we can turn the page and move the fuck on. But history isn't the paper it's printed on. It's memory, and memory is time, emotions, and song. History is the things that stay with you.

Too often, Democrats appeal to the head, not the heart. We focus on policy, not feelings. Position papers will not defeat Trump. Nor will trying to match him hate for hate. We need to tell folks how we feel, not what we think. Any Democratic message must begin by asking how we want people to feel.