Quotes About Emotions

Mi biblioteca, ya que es preciso decíroslo, se compone de novelas... sí, de novelas... y de algunos poetas escogidos. Como si no tuviese bastante con mis propios males, comparto aún voluntariamente los de mil personajes imaginarios, y los siento tan vivamente como los míos.

Mira, me duele aquí, entre el hígado, el corazón y el amor propio, ¿cómo no voy a pinche guacarear, si tengo putas náuseas en el alma?

La intensidad de una pasión se mide por la soledad que la precede.

Me voy a los extremos todo el tiempo. A veces te maldigo tanto que hasta rezo para que te vaya mal. "Virgen Santísima, que le amputen un brazo a ese Hijo de la Chingada". Y otras estoy rezando para que me llames y me saques de aquí y nos vayamos a cualquier pinche nowhere a volvernos una feliz pareja de nobodies. Pero el resto del tiempo trato de no pensar en nada. más que en mí.

Te ríes cuando deberías horrorizarte. Te enamoras de mí cuando más bien tendrías que esquivarme.

La manera más eficaz de sacar a alguien de tu vida es echártelo encima. Cargarlo todo el tiempo, para que hasta cuando sonría te parezca insoportable.

It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.

In China we say, "You can't expect both ends of a sugar cane are as sweet." Sometimes love can be ugly. But one still has to take it and swallow it.

If I'm sad and feel like crying, I come to the swimming pool because if I cried at home, I'd cry and cry and be depressed for three days and three nights and then I couldn't stand it and I'd swallow a load of sleeping pills. Or drive east to the sea and just keep going straight into the water. Or walk off the edge of a clidd. So, I come here instead where there's so much water already I can weep in peace.

I couldn't believe a mother and her daughter could have so much to say to each other. In my family, no one talked. In my family, people lived like insects, like worms, like slugs hanging on the back door of the house.

I became a person who was very good at hiding her emotions. Maybe that was why people thought I was heartless. Apparently my face often had a blank expression. Huizi, my most intellectual friend, would say, "Fenfang, yours is the face of a post-modern woman.

A solid family life, no romance, and I knew there would never be any.

I was in a vicious cycle: writing and reading seemed to be the only way to beat back the loneliness, but they also reinforced it

No one likes crying, but tears water our souls.

Writing is a kind of repository and can help create a space for the accommodation of new thoughts and feelings. If you don't write these stories down, your heart will be filled up and broken by them.

No one like crying, but tears water our souls. So, perhaps my thanks should be to allow you to cry for the Chinese women in my books...

La escritura es una especie de sala de exposición, y un almacén que puede ayudar a crear un espacio para dar cabida a nuevas ideas y sentimientos. Si no pones estas historias por escrito, tu corazón se colmará de ellas y se romperá.

A person is born with feelings of envy and hate. If he gives way to them, they will lead him to violence and crime, and any sense of loyalty and good faith will be abandoned.

Why were children the only ones who ever got to melt down?

They may be nothing more than scraps of paper, but they capture something profound. Light and wind and air, the tenderness or joy of the photographer, the bashfulness or pleasure of the subject. You have to guard these things forever in your heart. That's why photographs are taken in the first place.

I was afraid that if she went on much longer, her fingers would scrape away my skin, rip my flesh, crush my bones. The pillow was damp with saliva, and I wanted to scream.

The reason she was crying didn't matter to me. Perhaps there was no reason at all. Her tears had that sort of purity.

The waves of regret were gentle, but I know they would ripple on forever

When the surface of your soul begins to stir, I imagine you want to capture the sensation in writing." - Yoko Ogawa