Quotes About Emotions

Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown.

Qué haré? Mas ¿para qué estudio lo que haré, si es evidente que, por más que lo prevenga, que lo estudie y que lo piense, en llegando la ocasión ha de hacer lo que quisiere el dolor, porque ninguno imperio en sus penas tiene?

Any instrument whatever Would be out of tune that sought To combine and blend together The true feelings of the heart With the false words speech expresses.

hay cosas que cuesta más el decirlas que el pasarlas.

Lo que nos hizo encontrarnos fueron dos historias que apenas se dieron la mano en medio de los acontecimientos. Y lo que aquí no pasó, no va a ocurrir en ninguna parte del mundo. Me enamoré de ti como una perra y tu te dejaste querer

En la pausa antes de escuchar tu voz tuve la certeza que te quería como te sigo queriendo y te voy a querer siempre, pase lo que pase

Cuando alguien te patea, quedás alerta como si no hubiera nadie de tu lado, y cuando de pronto alguien te trata bien bajás la guardia y te desarmás. El cariño te derrumba.

Quién quería tener un perro así? ¿Qué hueco afectivo emocional venía a llenar semejante monstruo en una casa? ¿Era metáfora de qué? ¿Prolongación de qué? ¿Doble animal, nahual, de quién? ¿Por qué carajo me traía esta mina a su novio convertido en perro y me dejaba cuidándolo un ratito?

Don't let resentment and bitterness rob you of happiness. - Mr. Morrison, Humane Society volunteer

We want desperately to believe that every mother falls in love with her baby at first sight and that the complexity of relationships, so evident elsewhere as part of the human condition, is totally absent from the connection between mother and child.

I know the answer now, and that knowledge absolutely coexists with a terrible longing for the mother love I never had and never will have.

As Adrienne Rich so acutely observed, "It is hard to write about my own mother. Whatever I do write, it is my story I am telling, my version of the past. If she were to tell her own story, other landscapes would be revealed. But in my landscape or hers, there would be old, smoldering patches of deep-burning anger.

Her heart jumped at the sight of him, and she wondered what she was going to do about these crazy feelings she was experiencing each time she saw the man.

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

Encouraging girls to explore sexuality within mutually caring, emotionally connected relationships is one thing; insisting on it is another.

grieving is the beginning of your self discovery

the people in my life didn't destroy me. i destroyed myself with intense feelings of inadequacy.

He doesn't jingle my chimes.

Matt found that endearing. And disturbing in ways he didn't want to acknowledge.

Not that he was any expert on the subject, but Matt believed he could tell a lot about a woman by observing the way she watched a sunset.

How could she be sorry about losing her virginity in a romance-novel way on a sunset sail?

Matt felt vindicated. See . If he'd rushed things and let his passion get the upper hand he might not have learned whether she like beef.

Dead indeed is the heart from which the balmy air of the sea cannot banish sorrow and grief.

If every man's internal care Were written on his brow, How many would our pity share Who raise our envy now?