Quotes About Emotions

Gilbert?" Some days I hate all those who know my name.

How we gentle our losses into paler ghosts.

It is okay for people you love to leave. For them to come and go. She taught it to me over and over.

Something like laughter. That a flower could be this small, this fleeting, that a snowflake could be so large, so persistent. The improbable simplicity. I groaned. Why don't we have a word for the utterance between laughing and crying?

Never know how you feel about someone until they die and come back.

Is it possible to love so desperately that life is unbearable? I don't mean unrequited, I mean being in the love. In the midst of it and desperate. Because knowing it will end, because everything does. End.

What I can play is blues. She was never that into blues. I can salve with Lightning and Cotton, BB and Clapton and Stevie Ray. I can blast Son Seals singing Dear Son until the coyotes in the creek raise up a sympathetic sky ripping interpretation of the harmonica solo. Piercing howls and yelps. Sounds like it's killing them and also like they love it. Which when you get right down to it is the blues.

If one concentrated on one thing and then another—the good things in each moment—the fear wrapped deep in the gut seemed to unswell, like an iced bruise. Still there, but quieter.

felt bad but couldn't help myself. It was Jasper, not just. It was all of it. Was this hell? To love like this, to grieve from fifteen feet, an uncrossable distance?

Ich schließe meine Augen. Was da drinnen los ist. Was da zappelt, was da wie ein blinder Fisch durch den Schmerz schwimmt, für immer und ewig. Was da lebt, was bleibt. Was sich erneuert, die Liebe und den Schmerz lebendig hält. Die Liebe ist das Flussbett, das sich mit Schmerz füllt. Es füllt sich jeden Tag aufs Neue mit Tränen.

Was this hell? To love like this, to grieve from fifteen feet, an uncrossable distance?

In my position with the first reports coming in I should have known. She sat up straight on her haunches and she cried silently.

Tonight—it is still night, though barely—I don't say a word, because tonight I am watching myself a little and I have always despised the sentimental, maybe because it is a familiar weakness.

In truth, Celine never went too long without eating. HALT. It was her AA training. Hungry, Angry, Lonely, Tired - don't let yourself become any of those, if you can help it.

The tears that weren't there yesterday flood. Break the dam and flood.

Isn't that strange? To be able to feel so much tenderness for a person, and I did, and powerful attraction, sometimes, and yet feel no love.

I'm not crying about anything or anyone in particular. The life I live I created for myself, and I wouldn't want it any different. I cry because in the universe there is something as beautiful as Kremer playing the Brains violin concerto.

Good sex is one-percent of the relationship. bad sex is 99%.

Everyone you meet is fighting a battle of their own you know nothing about. Be kind to everyone.

I met another like him, nearly two years later, in San Sebastian, who informed me that he was so disgusted with the British for the way they had let down his Czar that he had ceased altogether to drink whiskey.

The sky was blue. So was Ellie, and I knew how she felt. Mario Lanzarote had just died.

But you did not even let me kiss my grandchildren and my daughters goodbye. Now you have done a foolish thing.

“I was afraid,” Jacob answered, “for I thought you would take your daughters from me by force.

and if a feeling of jealousy comes over her husband and he suspects his wife who has defiled herself—or if a feeling of jealousy comes over him and he suspects her even though she has not defiled herself—