Quotes About Emotions

If you're going to be mad at someone, be mad at your mom. She left you alone. That wasn't right.

Maybe I've been unfair with her from the beginning, seeing her in a mirror and hating myself. She's been struggling to do the right thing, even when her own hurt has made that harder than it should ever

The sensitive readers, they have a certain look. You can al. most smell it on them, that they need books to feel okay.

Maybe he considers the kiss a moment of weakness or bad judgment, or maybe he's still attracted to me but trying to shut off the feelings—as practiced as I am at ignoring difficult emotions and hoping they'll go away.

Not at all. But love is love. It makes you do terribly stupid things.

Knowing he was suffering pained me. That's the way love tangles you up. I couldn't stop loving him, and couldn't shut off the feelings of wanting to care for him—but I also didn't have to run to answer his letters.

Oh, Rabbit, no. Not that. I only want to be sensible and listen to myself." "Enjoy yourself, then," he said flatly. "I've heard enough." He went off to bed, slamming the door as he entered our room.

When she left him, she swore she would "never try it again," meaning marriage. But I don't think she knew how to be fully herself when she was with a man or could feel anything but baffled by the competing demands of career and domesticity. Her struggles are poignant and real to me, and all too familiar

He was afraid of marriage and he was afraid of being alone, too.

Getting your heart broken is the privilege of being human, Eden used to say. I didn't know what

It's hard to care about people. You end up fretting all the time and feeling helpless, hoping they'll live forever. Only no one does." "Yes, that's love for you.

I haven't been drunk in over a year—not since my mother fell seriously ill—and I've missed the way it comes with its own perfect glove of fog, settling snugly and beautifully over my brain. I don't want to think and I don't want to feel,

Did you ever think it could be like this? The way we're happening to each other?

With the things that matter most, we guard them carefully. Sometimes we tell no one, and sometimes just one person, the one who knows us best.

swallowed. My ears felt as if

I found myself feeling differently about marriage, and about the damage lovers could do to one another, irreparable damage sometimes, and almost without thinking.

He kept his emotions locked away behind a wall, which made him a wonderful negotiator.

And men always seem to have a more difficult time compartmentalizing at these times than women, I've found. Women are stronger because they have to be.

I wasn't raised to acknowledge my own feelings, let alone stick up for myself like that. That's movie dialogue, not real life.

I used to watch 'The Waltons' and sob because my family was nothing like that. We had a cruel sense of humor in my family.

I like kissing you," he whispered roughly, dipping his forehead against hers. "I like kissing you, too," Sam breathed. I am mad with desire for you. He told her silently. But there's more to it. I want to make you happy. I find that I'm not happy unless you are. What does it mean? She wasn't sure what it meant, but she liked it.

What were these strange feelings that made him want to protect her, live for her, and die for her?

You see, with me, when I'm nervous, I smile and laugh.

If you put frightening things into a picture then they can't harm you. If fact, you end becoming quite fond of them.