Quotes About Emotions

His coming was in the nature of a welcome disturbance; it seemed to furnish a new direction for her emotions.

Her husband seemed to her now like a person whom she had married without love as an excuse.

He thought it very discouraging that his wife, who was the sole object of his existence, evinced so little interest in things which concerned him, and valued so little his conversation.

So does he live, seeking, finding, joying and suffering.

Most women are moody and whimsical.

She grew fond of her husband, realizing with some unaccountable satisfaction that no trace of passion or excessive and fictitious warmth colored her affection, thereby threatening its dissolution.

When Edna was at last alone, she breathed a big, genuine sigh of relief.

Cine È™tie ce metale folosesc zeii atunci când f?uresc acea leg?tur? pe care o numim simpatie È™i pe care am putea-o numi la fel de bine iubire?!

What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in the face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being!

Did you think that rats do not have hearts? Wrong. All living things have a heart. And the heart of any living thing can be broken.

All words at all times, true or false, whispered or shouted, are clues to the workings of the human heart.

I lay there and thought how life was like a Littmus Lozenge, how the sweet and the sad were all mixed up together and how hard it was to separate them out. It was confusing.

I believe, sometimes, that the whole world has an aching heart. - Gloria Dump

It occurred to her that nobody really knew what anybody else was upset about, and that seemed like a terrible thing.

My heart, thought Edward, my heart is broken.

I have already been loved," said Edward. "I have been loved by a girl named Abilene. I have been loved by a fisherman and his wife and a hobo and his dog. I have been loved by a boy who played the harmonica and by a girl who died. Don't talk to me about love," he said. "I have known love.

It was the strangest things, how happiness came out of nowhere and inflated your soul.

There are hearts, reader, that never mend again once they are broken. Or if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman.

Flora's heart, the lonely, many-armed squid of it, flipped and flailed inside her.

Farewell is a word that, in any language, is full of sorrow. It is a word that promises nothing.

The sound of the king's music made Despereaux's soul grow large and light inside of him.

How many times, Edward wondered, would he have to leave without getting the chance to say goodbye?

Oh, my goodness," said Louisiana. "I'm just all filled up with feathers and regrets. And fears. I have a lot of fears.

It is our duty and our joy to communicate our hearts to each other. Words assist us in this task.