Quotes About Emotions

But you will die in any case, Ilyakoria. What good is everlasting fame to a man if he dies unloved?

She can only see other people in reference to how they make her feel

What's wrong with writing about love? Everybody longs for love.

Sometimes the good moments hurt much more than the bad.

You try not to think about life's darkest things, but sometimes they just flood into your head and you can't stop them.

Show yourself, you dirty, rotten, sneaky, yellow-bellied lizard of a wife-stealer!

We are who we are, because of those we choose to love and because of those who love us.

People react in such complicated ways to any death, but particularly to the death of a parent, because a lot of what one feels is about oneself and the sense that nothing now stands between that self and dying. You have now become the older generation. I believe that the closer and more loving the relationship is, the deeper but simpler the grief. Of my father's children, my brother had the hardest time

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything

I have loved and been in love. There's a big difference.

Love must be learned and learned again; There is no end.

My heart died. Arty would despise her. But Mama told me to go on hoping. Go ahead and love her, Mama said. I've wondered since whether those were Mama's last words, the final sizzle of her synapses.

Grownups can deal with scraped knees, dropped ice-cream cones, and lost dollies, but if they suspected the real reasons we cry they would fling us out of their arms in horrified revulsion. Yet we are small and as terrified as we are terrifying in our ferocious appetites

You just want to know that you're all right. You just want to feel all right." And now he dives into the sneer. Arty's sneer could flay a rhino. "That's all you need other people's love for!

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get — only what you are expecting to give — which is everything. What you will receive in return varies. But it really has no connection with what you give. You give because you love and cannot help giving.

There are days that walk through me and I cannot hold them.

Miss Edmunds was one of his secrets. He was in love with her. Not the kind of silly stuff Ellie and Brenda giggled about on the telephone. This was too real and too deep to talk about, even to think about very much.

We are trying to communicate that which lies in our deepest heart, which has no words, which can only be hinted at through the means of a story. And somehow, miraculously, a story that comes from deep in my heart calls from a reader that which is deepest in his or her heart, and together from our secret hidden selves we create a story that neither of us could have told alone.

I don't care. I don't care. He was crying now, crying so hard he could barely breathe.

Allí, en su lugar secreto, sus sentimientos hervían dentro de él como un guisado en la lumbre; algunos eran tristes por su soledad, pero también había rastros de felicidad. Poder ser su único amigo en el mundo como ella lo era para él, le llenaba de satisfacción.

I ain't got no blood claim on you, and the Lord in Heaven knows I want you to have a good life with your own people. But"—her huge bass voice broke up into little squeaky pieces—"but it's killing me to see you go.

Brenda's pouting voice broke in, "Your girl friend's dead, and Momma thought you was dead, too.

Then Jess gave himself over to the numbness that was buzzing to be let out from a corner of his brain.

when I am in a foreign city and feel even the slightest bit disoriented, I can feel the panic of that day on the Hong Kong street begin to rise in my chest. My story of being lost ended quickly and happily, but it still haunts me.