Quotes About Emotions

I wonder if you know at all what is happening in my heart, what a word. I suppose you don't. You've so many females, wife, sister, daughters, cousins, dog, in your life that you've probably confused me with them all.

There are no tears here," the young construction worker said at the funeral, when the ancient union leader, with two strokes, three heart attacks, and a lung condition, died at last. "True," the priest said, surveying the mourners in the cathedral. "No tears. Either the wake went on too long or he was a hard, hard man.

altogether too much of life is mood. Aldo

As always, the passengers, having felt the squalor, the suspense, the scale of confinement, applauded when the wheels touched the ground.

Niet dat ik mij niet voor alle zekerheid altijd al met een flinke dosis pessimisme gewapend heb. En wat heb ik er nu aan? Geen malle moer. Het leven is zo inconsideraat dat je net zo goed optimist kunt zijn: heb je meer plezier ook. Toch, veel samen gelukkig geweest, godverdomme. Wat een rotstreek.

He knows when she passes, a grief will rip through him unlike anything he has ever known. Preparing for it doesn't help. He just knows it will come. It is like realizing you are sailing a boat across an ocean and soon you will find the other shore—it will be just you and acres of dry, blinding white sand. There may be trees on that island, and sun, and food, but none of it will feel or taste right, because you will stand there and realize: I am alone.

Love wasn't about numbers, Naomi realized then. It wasn't about selling yourself or wanting anything in return. It wasn't about hoping for safety. It was just— That purr.

The world is full of heartache," the detective said. Naomi could see the sadness he bore, too. "You got to carve out some happiness for yourself. Otherwise it will take you down.

If you understand what makes him tick-what is magic for him- then you can understand anyone

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the self-same well from which your laughter rises was often-times filled with your tears.

It is a terrible thing To be so open: it is as if my heart Put on a face and walked into the world. —SYLVIA PLATH, "A POEM FOR THREE VOICES

During sexual abuse, children feel and incorporate the rage, pain, shame, and sense of perversion that the perpetrator is projecting. They take these feelings into the very core of themselves, and they are badly traumatized by the emotions surrounding the assault, as well as by the assault itself.

You may experience waves of disbelief after each memory you retrieve. Whether as a phase or waves, the disbelief is usually accompanied by massive self-hate and guilt. 'How can I even think such a thing? I must really be warped,' you tell yourself.

I drew against a hum in my head that was like happiness.

I like to have nice conversations with a man that teach me something, make me mad, make me curious. Then I find him attractive.

FEBRUARY 5 FOR DISCOVERING ONE'S true inner nature, I think one should try to take out some time, with quiet and relaxation, to think more inwardly and to investigate the inner world. That may help. Then sometimes when one is very much involved in hatred or attachment, if there is time or possibility during that very moment, just try to look inward and ask: 'What is attachment? What is the nature of anger?

week. If Lincoln hadn't been here, she probably would've still been under the covers in her mother's bed, overcome with grief.

Stella couldn't help but feel she'd diminished him too—regulating him to nothing more than a good time. But his being there, his love and concern—his ability to encourage her alternative thinking—had her ready to reconsider.

All of you are hurt. You're hurt because of the secrets. The secrets that have festered inside.

But how could they be together on any permanent basis when she only felt comfortable with him in her bedroom?

In Hollywood, if you don't have happiness, you send out for it.

Wolfe scowled at her. I could see he was torn with conflicting emotions. A female in his kitchen was an outrage. A woman criticizing his or Fritz's cooking was an insult. But corned beef hash was one of life's toughest problems, never yet solved by anyone.

The back-seat driving of the less charitable emotions often makes me wonder that the brain does not desert the wheel entirely, in righteous exasperation. Not

He growled. "You know quite well that that locution is vile.