Quotes About Emotions

The kind of stuff you tended not to talk about because it wasn't usually a good idea to reveal so much disrepair to other people.

Teddy thought of his wife and his sister as two sides of the same shining coin. Nancy was an idealist, Ursula a realist; Nancy an optimist with a lively heart, while Ursula's spirit was freighted with the grief of history. Ursula was forever cast out of Eden and making the best of it while Nancy, cheerful and undaunted, was sure her search for the gate back into the garden would be successful.

Viola had resented other people's pleasure, as if it subtracted something from the world rather than adding to it.

Neither of them wanted to be close to their father in life, so why would they want to be close to him in death?

It had nothing in common with what he and Margaret did in bed, where he always felt he was imposing an indignity on her and she was trying to pretend he wasn't.

The only way to stop the tears was to keep drinking the whisky.

now Viola could see the value of sounding chirpy even when you didn't feel like it. You were more likely to get what you wanted, for one thing.

That was the good thing about Julia, her family background was even more fucked up than his. They were a pair of freakishly bereaved people.

normally she restricts herself to a very narrow spectrum of emotions (irritable, irritated, irritating).

Boys are unpredictable. This maybe not be news, but I'm starting to think it's one of the best things about them.

Boys do tell you how they really feel. I think you just have to be in the right place at the right time or maybe be the right person

Evan stopped completely. He was staring at her with those intense eyes. Staring right into her. Just like he had in those couple of moments when she had thought for a split second, that he wanted to kiss her.

Megan could have kissed him. If there weren't a million obstacles, both physical and psychological, in her way, of course.

and if you think thats what i'd do you can fuck off back.

There was no despondency when she fell asleep that night; nor was there hope when she awoke in the morning.

She had all her life long been accustomed to harbor thoughts and emotions which never voiced themselves.

There are periods of despondency and suffering which take possession of me. But I don't want anything but my own way. That is wanting a good deal, of course, when you have to trample upon the lives, the hearts, the prejudices of others-

She had all her life long been accustomed to harbor thoughts and emotions which never voiced themselves… They belonged to her her and were her own, and she entertained the conviction that she had a right to them and they they concerned no one but herself.

Or else she stayed in and nursed a mood with which she was becoming too familiar for her own comfort and peace of mind. It was not despair; but it seemed to her as if life were passing by, leaving its promise broken and unfulfilled.

I'm tired, she uttered complainingly. I know you are. You don't know anything about it. Why should you know? I never was so exhausted in my life. But it isn't unpleasant. A thousand emotions have swept through me to-night. I don't comprehend half on them. Don't mind what I'm saying; I am just thinking aloud.

She had all her life long been accustomed to harbor thoughts and emotions which never voiced themselves. They had never taken the form of struggles. They belonged to her and were her own, and she entertained the conviction that she had a right to them and that they concerned no one but herself.

But she laughed and looked at him with eyes that at once gave him courage to wait and made it torture to wait.

I couldn't help loving you if you were ten times his wife; but so long as I went away from you and kept away I could help telling you so.

The heart jealous of the soul!