Quotes About Emotions

there are only some many times you can utter It does not hurt before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt.

people with nothing to declare carry the most.

No matter how much I feel, I'm not going to let it out. If I have to cry, I'm gonna cry on the inside. If I have to bleed, I'll bruise. If my heart starts going crazy, I'm not gonna tell everyone in the world about it. It doesn't help anything. It just makes everyone's life worse.

She had been in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love, but rather doing something much more ordinary

He ran the back of his hand up her cheek, with the pretense of wiping away sweat. Do you think you could ever love me? I don't think so. Because I'm not good enough. It's not like that. Because I'm not smart. No. Because you couldn't love me. Because I couldn't love you.

She was not crying Which surprised me very much But I understand now That she had found places For her melancholy That were behind more masks Than only her eyes

The paper, the stapler, the staples, the tape. It makes me sick. Physical things. Forty years of loving someone becomes staples and tape.

It's much easier to be cruel than one might think.

She was with me. She did all of those things and so many more, things I would never tell anyone, and she never even loved me. Now that's love.

Things were happening around us, but nothing was happening between us.

the desire to wring out a few more drips of happiness almost always destroyed the happiness you were so lucky to have, and so foolish never to acknowledge.

Sometimes feelings are like that - not positive, not negative, just a lot.

They reciprocated the great and saving lie--that our love for things is greater than our lover for our love for things--willfully playing the parts they wrote for themselves, willfully creating and believing fictions necessary for life.

I zipped myself all the way into the sleeping bag of myself, not because I was hurt, and not because I had broken something, but because they were cracking up.

She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances.

The difference between conceding and accepting is depression.

Your dad didn't die, so I won't be able to explain it to you.

If we communicated with something like music, we would never be misunderstood, because there is nothing in music to understand.

Yesterday I wanted to turn inside out.

I tried to think about other things. I tried to invent optimistic inventions. But the pessimistic ones were extremely loud.

I've thought myself out of happinessone one million times, but never once into it.

Sadness and joy aren't opposites of each other. They are each the opposite of indifference.

he was leaving me. I wondered if I should stop him. If I should wrestle him to the ground and force him to love me. I wanted to hold his shoulders down and shout into his face.

My boots were so heavy that I was glad there was a column beneath us. How could such a lonely person have been living so close to me my whole life? If I had known, I would have gone up to keep him company.